1.18

Yaeno looked at the two peo­ple sit­ting at the table she had trav­eled half the world to attend. One was a fresh-faced teen, wear­ing a smile bare­ly past the start of puber­ty. The oth­er was at least an adult, but looked as unkempt as he did untrust­wor­thy.

She turned on her heel and left.