Rose Iron Prison, after Aiden finished his routine work, he poured himself another cup of tea and sighed with relief.
Recent days had been rather unremarkable; nothing major had happened in the prison, nor had any strange incidents occurred outside. Even Qiqimora, who had gone to Gistas, had not made any significant progress—which wasn't surprising, considering that this was a plan that had taken Mr. Blood-cloak nearly two years to fail to accomplish. Even though Qiqimora was somewhat skilled in intelligence gathering, it probably wasn't going to be easy to make headway.
At first, Aiden had been inquiring with some regularity from Abigail, but he soon stopped initiating contact—if Qiqimora really had any major developments, she would likely reach out proactively.
