Jack Elarithon
Helios
The small, ceramic eyeball still had a vibrant blue iris, embedded on a white sphere. It rested on the chest of drawers in his room, carefully placed to observe the entry. It hasn't turned black, and since nothing seemed out of place, Asher had to believe no one was in his room since he left. He closed the door and sat on his bed, then sunk into thoughts.
No one was following me. No one broke into my room. No one knew I was in Alicante. The person that contacted me was either using magic to surveil me, or they weren't observing me at all. In both of these cases, my plan of hiding away for the night had no purpose.
Asher was tired, and all he wanted now was to have a meal and go to bed. If anything did happen, he always had the shadowrealm to withdraw to.
Decided upon abandoning a part of his plan, he went to the ground floor to have dinner.