Trafalgar headed toward his room with the Shadowlink Echo still in his hand.
He opened the door, slipped inside, and closed it behind him before feeding mana into the item. There was nothing to hear. This time, only his own voice would go through.
"Caelum, come to the balcony of my room. We'll meet there. You'll know which one it is because I'll be outside, drinking something in one of the chairs."
The mana thread finished carrying his message.
Trafalgar dismissed the item, and the Shadowlink Echo broke apart into fine particles of mana, vanishing as if it had never existed in the first place.
The room had already been prepared before his arrival, because of course it had. A small tray waited on the table with something warm to drink, the sort of thoughtful little detail official lodging liked to provide so nobles could pretend travel had not inconvenienced them. Trafalgar picked up the cup and stepped out onto the balcony.
