Qui nods. "Exactly right. If we can show the court that Corliss has already spent weeks destabilizing the city and making offers to foreign elements in violation of the Traditions, her case against you would fall apart. Her entire standing with the Council would crumble. Even better, it would throw a wrench in her plans to take praxis. But if everything goes her way tonight, she'll be Prince by this time tomorrow."
He pulls out onto the road. At first you're surprised by how little traffic there is, even this late at night, and then you remember that Corliss's lockdown protocol calls for the closure of roads within two blocks of her building. Nothing a like a perpetual construction season to condition mortals into accepting random detours. O Canada, indeed.
Qui fishes for something in his pocket as he drives, eventually coming up with a small scrap of paper. "There's one other option," he says. "But I'm not sure it will do us any good. I found this address in Alisha's files. She was speculating that Arundel was imprisoned there, but if she had actual proof, it's not in the data we were able to access." He hands the paper to you. There's an address written on it that you swear you've seen before.
"Does this remind you of anything?" Qui asks. "I think you may have been there at least once during your training."
Memories Return