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As Dorian dashes, Theodore darts for his gun. He pulls open his desk drawer and grabs his flintlock pistol and rushes to the balcony. He spots Dorian climbing the tree and aims, but Dorian isn’t staying still long enough for Theodore to confidently take a shot. Once Dorian hops the fence, Theodore retracts his pistol and huffs in rage.

“Damned taffers!” Theodore stomps back to his desk and slams the gun down.

“So what now?” Walter says looking out the balcony.

“Hope that a roque keeps his word. Guess I’d best head to Barsdale in the morning....” Theodore grumbles and rests his head in the palm of his hand.

The night is over.

The next day, Aleric and Imperia wait patiently at the brothel for Dorian to return with his findings.