"I met Athos on my way here and he told me I could face imprisonment for leaving the palace without issuing a notice." Urban's voice boomed over the silent batter of the frogs.
The night sky had finally settled in, eating up the last rays of bright light. The lowly hanging moon was softly illuminating its white light romanticising with few vibrant shining stars.
"He is right." Mircea replied not moving her eyes from the moon, which had quite a number of dark patches on it's holy circle.
"Leigh said you wanted to talk about something. He wouldn't say what you wanted to talk about." He complained trying to capture her attention. However Mircea did not look away. "This is what I wanted to talk about. Take a look at it."
She handed him the container, finally adjusting her neck so she was staring at the bottle and not at Urban. She could see that he was wearing the same coat he wore when they rode here.
