Erytheia waited patiently on the bridge. It was one of the locations he had given the coordinates to via the message he had arranged to be sent to other knights' signet rings. He was sure to only pick nights for meetings as the cover of darkness helped mask the odd attire.
Mosts nights no one came. Erytheia was beginning to almost get used to this fact. Sometimes it could be unsettling.
He didn't like being alone.
Pretending the reflection of the moon in the water below was his companion, he sighed and waited.
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