[Espy]

FORZ

And the plot thickens...Forz mused as he placed a tattered bookmark into his book, then finished off the last of his coffee. In his better-than-usual mood, he slipped a coin under the coffee mug, pulled his coat back on, and walked silently (besides the clunking of the steel-toed boots) out of the cafe. After checking his phone to double-check which hotel he had booked a room at for the night, he waved down a taxi, the driver of which was none too happy about the general looks of his client.