When Atelia, Medusa, and Noctis had left to be entertained elsewhere, Altair turned an eye to Atticus Ingleblade. He hadn't expected this man at all. It seemed almost comical for the man to still be chasing him. Yet would the thrum of the Weave lie to him?
He had seen the man's entire plan in but a single handshake and almost couldn't keep himself from smiling. It was as if Atticus had told him his every plan for him. Who he suspected he was and why. A full year from before the time their blades crossed to now became something of a fragment in his mind, a slate that held everything about the man. From techniques to acquaintances and networks the Upper Moons held within their organization to even what he had done to his body. That last bit was what intrigued him most.
