(The Academy Gardens)
Silas stalked through the manicured hedges of the Academy garden. He was agitated. The connection to Silvie had gone dark. She was hiding, and his [Abyssal] tracking couldn't find her.
He was about to tear a statue apart in frustration when a voice spoke from the shadows of the pavilion.
"Are you looking for me?"
Silas spun around, darkness pooling in his hands.
A figure stood in the shade of a wisteria trellis. They were wearing the heavy, gold-threaded robe of the Cult of the False Dawn, the deep hood obscuring their face.
Silas lowered his hands. "You."
"Why have you had Silvie arrested?" Silas demanded, his voice a low growl. "That wasn't the plan. The guards ruined everything."
"It's part of my plan," the hooded figure said smoothly, their voice a silky, cultured whisper. "Don't worry. She has escaped."
Silas nodded. The tension left his shoulders. "I know..."
