The Old Steward bowed beside his ear, whispering beside Luka's ear to avoid letting Vivienne know the current issue.
"My Lord... Sir Cedric has vanished from the guest wing."
Luka's fingers trembled, slightly brushing the edges of his tankard of ale.
The sweet, dark red ale bubbled in his eyes for a moment before he lowered it back to the table with a soft tap. His expression remained calm, but the warmth in his eyes faded so quickly that Vaun, standing behind him, straightened her back as if he drew his blade.
Of course, an elf wouldn't miss the whispered words; Vivienne herself also seemed to have noticed the subtle change.
Her pretty smile remained untouched, yet the darkness of her purple eyes shifted from Luka to Levi for a moment.
"Oh my, has something happened, dear husband?"
Luka didn't answer at first, his eyes just shifting in her direction as he thought to himself.
"When did this happen, Levi?"
