While everyone was distracted, someone was observing her target.
Aramith felt her gaze and looked at her. Serephene smiled, and though it was hidden under the mask, her eyes didn't hide the glint of interest in them.
And even from where she sat, across from him, he could still make out the expression clearly.
Aramith frowned and was going to ignore her, but he felt they were an unavoidable obstacle.
He could either run into them or break through them.
"Mozrael," he called.
She quickly turned to him, ears perked up.
"I want you to come with me," he said, then turned to Sylvia.
"I need you to go and find..."
Serephene watched him carefully, but couldn't make out what he told mozrael or Sylvia.
"He knows I'm observing you," she said languidly.
Elira, shadowed behind her, stepped forward, resting a hand on Serephene's seat.
"Where do you think he's going?" she asked, watching Aramith get up and leave with Mozrael, while Sylvia remained, looking distracted.
