Flynn's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Dark Scholar 1?" he muttered.
Nicolas turned to him, with a puzzled expression. "What are you talking about?"
Flynn hesitated for a minute, then brushed it off. "Oh, it's nothing important."
Nicolas's face showed he didn't take that as an answer, but he shrugged. "Continue living in your dream thoughts, then."
Flynn nodded, then slowly pulled out his finger from his pocket, revealing only a glimpse of the Ring.
"Can I have a minute alone?" he asked.
"Just don't take long. And don't keep me waiting." Nicolas said, walking ahead.
"Okay..."
Flynn scanned his surroundings, seeking a secluded spot. He spotted a narrow alley between two stalls and made his way towards it. The ground squelched beneath his feet, soggy and reeking of fish water and waste. The putrid air made his lungs protest, but he had no choice. This would have to suffice.
