'Precious’s’ keen eyes caught sight of the slip of paper beneath the wine bottle.  She raised a hand warningly to keep the gentle hearted serving man back.  Then her eyes hurried back to the barman as he continued his flustered reply.<br/><br/>After a moment, she stepped forewords and turned, not actually getting in front of ‘Leon’, but brining herself fully into ‘his’ field of vision.  She rested a delicate hand on her ‘client’s’ shoulder.  “Please, my lord, he doesn’t know where she is. Come with me for a drink, then we’ll try somewhere else.”<br/><br/>She offered ‘Leon’ her arm.<br/><br/><em>You become more and more Marco every day, dear heart.  I honestly don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad one—probably both.  But I promise to you now, before Theus and my own soul, I will not let you forget my precious Rachelle.</em><br/><br/>When they got back to the table, she sat on the outside this time.  She gave her twin a moment to notice the note, then carefully slipped it up her sleeve as she poured ‘him’ a drink, then one for herself.<br/><br/>Only after they left a few minutes later, leaving their serving man a generous tip, did she take out the note to read in the moonlight.<br/><br/>The stars shown brightly now.  It was their time.<br/>