The day arrived.
Two days had passed since Selara and Matteo agreed to arrange the meeting, and during those two days Trafalgar had done very little in the way of active investigation. There was no point forcing empty streets to cough up answers they did not have. They already had a method to meet Selara's master. They had a place. They had Matteo's old message. Everything else had become waiting, and waiting had always been the part of a plan most people underestimated because it made them feel useless.
Trafalgar did not feel useless. He simply disliked having nothing to cut.
