Together they made their way through the halls towards the library, and wordlessly climbed the stairs to their nook on the third level. As they reached their armchairs, Ebon saw a note resting upon one of them—the one upon which he usually sat. It was only a brief scrawl: Come to Leven’s tavern tonight. Ebon looked it over, and then met the eyes of his friends. “It must be from Mako.” “Truly? Do you think so?” said Theren in mock surprise, her eyes wide. Soft footsteps made them fall silent, and they turned to look behind them. Ebon froze where he stood. It was Lilith, hands tucked into her sleeves, eyes shifting uneasily as she tried to avoid their gazes. “Good day,” she said quietly. For a moment no one answered her, nor even moved. Then, Ebon and Theren had the same thought at the same time, and both leapt towards his armchair to turn it about. But they ran into each other instead, and both stepped back awkwardly. “I will—no, I will fetch another,” said Theren quickly.
