Eternal Star City, Dusk Star District.
"Highness—Wyatt, please wait!"
Golov dodged an oncoming mule cart loaded with goods, hurrying to catch up with Thales, who didn't stop moving ahead.
"Please forgive me, but have you decided what to do?"
Cohen followed closely behind him, perhaps knowing that his job was meaningful, the patrol officer was in high spirits:
"Don't worry, that's—Wyatt, just like in Ekster, he has his own ideas, and all we need to do is obediently follow—"
"I haven't decided," Thales suddenly said.
Cohen choked on his words.
Thales didn't turn back, just kept going forward:
"By the way, when I was in Ekster, I hadn't decided either."
Cohen blinked, gazing blankly at the prince's back.
Golov sighed.
"Your Highness, if I may speak frankly," he caught up with the young man:
"Whatever it is you want to do, perhaps we could notify Lady Ginny as Lord Maillot suggested..."
Maillot.
Something came to Thales' mind, and his pace faltered.
