Thales thought that Raphael's warning was unsettling enough.
That was until Putray decided to tell Thales about how he was to leave the city safely, all under thirty seconds. The passage was filled with smoke due to his tobacco.
Thales stared at Putray with a contorted face. However, the latter's expression was natural and relaxed. 'In conclusion, it's just...
'Come with me.
'Go forward.
'And then smile.
'Nothing else.'
"Wait, wait, wait!" Incredulous, Thales stared at Putray, who was revelling in the smoke. "What do you mean by 'keep going forward' and 'smile at the point of contact in a friendly manner'?"
Putray inhaled a large mouthful of smoke and slowly blew out a perfect smoke ring.
"And, with neither disguise nor…" the prince responded to Putray's brief and sketchy explanation with plenty of worry as well as disdain. "Who's the point of contact? When are we meeting him? How is he going to send me out of—"
