[h1][color=slategray]Kantus[/color] and [color=royalblue]Baldwin[/color][/h1]
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[indent][i][b]November 18, 11:04 PM
East Commons, Baldwin’s Residence[/b][/i][/indent]
[color=slategray]“My favor.”[/color]

Baldwin winced a bit. [color=royalblue]"The bloody favor?”[/color] He replied, [color=royalblue]“Well, I'd love to help you preen, but can't it wait until morning?"[/color]

Kantus didn’t bother responding to the joke. He simply spoke closer to the point. [color=slategray]"Did you hear the announcement earlier regarding the Fifty-Eighters?"[/color] Baldwin raised a brow as he knelt down and picked up a few random articles of clothing. [color=royalblue]"Who did not, with that lovely voice sounding out from every corner and cranny in Voldoa?"[/color] He replied. Surely, if Announcer Amelia were here, she’d be outright disgusted with the Bergkonge.

[color=slategray]“We have less than thirty minutes. We are leaving. Now.”[/color] Kantus said, [color=slategray]“Dress warm.”[/color]

[color=royalblue]“For what purpose?”[/color] Baldwin replied, as he threw a heavy coat of fur over his shoulder.

[color=slategray]“You will know soon.”[/color]

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[indent][i][b]November 18, 11:30 PM
Arboretum[/b][/i][/indent]
Kantus and Baldwin had both made haste for their destination, which Baldwin was still mostly left in the dark regarding. They stopped at a cluster of buildings being overlapped by vines and waited beside a wall. Kantus watched the Engineers’ watchtower in the distance while Baldwin kept an eye on their surroundings, making sure no one was following them, as per the Lord of Owls’ instructions.

[color=royalblue]“What…”[/color] Baldwin said, silently, [color=royalblue]“The [i]bloody hell[/i] are we waiting for?”[/color]

[color=slategray]“Our diversion.”[/color] Kantus replied, as the clock he’d been keeping track of in his head this whole time reached the thirty-second minute of the hour.