"In an instant, I found myself with no alternative but to depart. Staying put was not an option. Besides, lingering too long might jeopardize my friend and jeopardize the fortune he had tirelessly amassed.
Lumian raised the emerald-green absinthe to his lips once more.
Pavard Neeson, the proprietor of the bar, gently placed his glass on the counter and let out a sigh.
"That's truly unfortunate."
A sly grin played on Lumian's lips.
"Alright, I've wrapped up my tale. How about a complimentary drink on the house?"
Pavard, his ponytail giving him a somewhat artistic appearance, was momentarily taken aback.
…
Minutes before the stroke of midnight, Charlie, clad in a black coat, exited the basement bar of Auberge du Coq Doré and retraced his steps to his rented apartment.
