The familiar routine of returning to the house, eating dinner, and drifting off to sleep was nothing worth revisiting. After all, there was little difference between yesterday's end and today's beginning, save for the anticipation stirring in Luke's mind. Instead, we skip to the next morning, when the first rays of dawn broke through the thin curtain in his room, prompting Luke to rise with purpose.
Dressed and prepared for the day ahead, Luke made his way out the door, the cool morning breeze brushing against his skin as he headed again for the trade building. His footsteps echoed faintly in the quiet streets, the early hour ensuring few people were up and about.
Luke had to admit, there was a bit of uncertainty hanging over his head. He hadn't arranged an exact meeting time with Falkner—after all, their conversation had ended abruptly the night before. As he made his way through the streets, he could only hope that Falkner would be around, either by coincidence or sheer luck.
