"Where did I first meet that youngster again? Oh, wait, he's not a youngster." Aectaeon muttered, remembering that Verolon Hadret was way older than him.
Aectaeon tried to recall the spot where he sat down with Ralkias. Despite seeing the same faces as he walked around, the man found it difficult to find the exact spot.
"I'm pretty sure it's somewhere here. We didn't pass any pillar along the way."
For a short while, Aectaeon did nothing but look around. It was strange that he had the patience to do something so trivial.
What was more important that having a lifeline?
Even if he became exhausted by roaming the entire lobby in search of Verolon Hadret, it would all be worth it if he found the man.
'I have to find this man whatever it takes. I can even tempt him to be my lackey if I give him some items from my inventory. I have more than a million items to give.'
