Later that night, after the initial fervor had died down and the group had settled into their respective quarters, I had a visitor.
I was in my quarters which by the way meant a 3×3 room with a bed and a study table when I received word from one of the gifteds that Lyra wished to speak with me.
I had been ruminating over the past events and calculating future probabilities so the intrusion was an unwelcome incident.
Luckily for him, he had the good sense to deliver the message standing outside the door after knocking to confirm that I was in.
I would have murdered him if he had barged in as I was currently lying down on the bed without my mask.
To say that I was annoyed at the indignity of being called out late was putting it mildly but then again, my curiosity won over.
I had to check what it was about though I had an inkling about what it would be. This was Lyra's moment of confronting me over the incident earlier in the day.
