The arrival of the group caused a ripple in Komer's originally relaxed mood, for he had not tasted the vibrant bodies of Lome and Grace in a long while. The various evasions and complex affairs in the Caucasus left Komer with little energy to focus on this aspect. However, after a brush with death, Komer seemed to harbor a stronger yearning for life—perhaps only those who have tasted death truly appreciate the preciousness of every single detail of life.
Although Grace's room was quite reasonably arranged, it was not soundproof. But for Komer, this was no obstacle. A magic barrier was child's play for a mage. Watching as the unusual rose-red color bloomed on Lome's face beneath him and the fervor in her half-closed eyes slowly calmed, Komer realized he still had no urge to release.
