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Mathonwyr stares out at the starry sky and sighs. He doesn't know where Esta went, and he's not sure right now he cares. The stings she sent out at him during their tiff still smart. He decides a bit of distance is not uncalled for now.
The room has been left long unused. While still clean, as every room in Amber is, it is empty. He sits in a chair he pulled out of shadow and recalls he has yet to make his pictures of the newcomers from Gerard's mind.