Navigate up river

There had been a time when Mica had thought the grand game so intriguing and fun, but that had been another lifetime ago now. She’d grown up into a much different person, and after having to flee Antiva because of the Talons and now with some Elvhen asshole killing her family, she was quite tired of the grand game. It could positively go fuck itself as far as she was concerned.

Quite honestly, when I was young and naive, I romanticised the game. Now that I’m older it’s hard for me to believe I ever felt that way. People have the capacity for so much, and yet can be so cruel to one another, and because they can. As the conversation moved to Zevran, Mica’s eyes lit up at Maeve’s offer to contact him. She figured it was a long shot to think that he’d know where Adaria is now, but at least he knew where she was and she might have said something about where she was headed next.

To be honest with you, I wouldn’t even consider asking if the situation wasn't as dire as it is. I’m in desperate need to find Adaria. I can't stress enough how crucial it is. She elaborated with a sense of urgency in her voice.