Was I not convincing enough, when I said that I wanted to leave Ar and sail back home across Thassa? Apparently just enough to convince Asia and her entourage of slaves to leave... without me. Following a jaunt through Ar's vast merchant shops, the desk attendant at the Inn gave me this message upon my return. Rather cryptic it was.
Had to leave. No time to explain.
The room is paid for up until the end of the hand.
Sincerely,
Asia.
I read this over and over again, but each time there was nothing different that lept out to me between the lines. It is always the same. She left me here. Alone. And I am a million pasangs away from home. She left me here. To stand on my own two feet and face the music like a man.
