Inside his private space, Mike's wristwatch vibrated slightly.
"Midnight already?" He'd been so engrossed in researching elven lore that he'd completely lost track of time. Stretching, Mike didn't rush off to the Tower right away. Instead, he walked out of Mistveil Castle.
He hadn't taken more than a couple of steps when he ran into Master Fool, her face a mask of fury.
Mike offered a friendly greeting. "Well, well, if it isn't the Fool who got whacked by a piece of wood."
"What are you still doing here?!" Master Fool snorted. "It's midnight! Shouldn't you be challenging the Tower of Truth?"
"No rush." Mike pointed to the nearby Money Tree. "Ladies first."
Last time, Master Fool had shaken the Money Tree and ended up losing money! She wasn't stupid; she wasn't about to let Mike see her make a fool of herself again.
"Not in the mood today," she grumbled.
