After entering one of the city's unremarkable taverns, Razor and Maxie were about to discuss what to do next.
The waiter brought them two beers, and there was silence for a moment. There weren't many people around, and anyway, it was rare for anyone to come in for a drink in the middle of the day.
The second prince was a little worried, and he drained half the can in one gulp.
— Actually, I have something to say,» he said slowly.
Maxie turned to him.
— Hmm?
— The capital… I guess I'll have to leave it for a while.
The girl was undisguisedly surprised.
— You do?
— Yes. I think it's about time.
Ever since Maxie and Razor arrived in the city and their initial attempt to get Lerian out proved a failure, they've been sitting in the shadows temporarily to develop a backup plan. Admittedly, the less time left before the wedding, the more tense the situation became.
