Bruce closed his eyes, then he thought about the meeting. He thought about the old soul.
He thought about Sisel Marn. About Ashen Carr. About Grave Ondar. About Elenora's small quiet smile.
He thought about the seal that would go on him tomorrow or the day after, the mark of Elenora Vessa's personal sponsorship, visible to every soul in the city who knew how to read such things, changing his position in the political layer in a way that would compound with every subsequent step of his climb.
He thought about Sophie. He still couldn't find the way path, but He was able to send a thread thought.
'I am all right. I have made a political decision that changes my next several months in this realm. I have been targeted by a Nonagon member I have never met and I am about to accept the protection of a Nonagon member I met tonight. I am middle-E-rank, still a weak soul, but I'm seeing a lot of progress... I am being careful. I miss you.'
