Just moments earlier, without Alaric knowing, Siera had been standing face to face with a man in a black hoodie. His face was partially hidden beneath his cap, the shadows concealing much of his expression.
They stood close, staring into each other's eyes like they were discussing something that no one else was supposed to hear.
"Just do what I said," Siera's voice was sharp, commanding, but subdued. Not her usual tone. This time, there was no friendly smile, no gentle inflection. She was cold. Calculated.
The man gave a small nod, speaking just loud enough to be heard.
"Alright. I'll take care of it."
With that, he turned and disappeared down the pale, tiled corridor leading to the restrooms.
