Aldrin stares at the card for a whole minute, trying to grasp what just happened. For weeks he had been looking for an opportunity to oppose Gaedren, and now one just flies his way? It seems suspicious to say the least, but Aldrin knows he has to take the chance.
"Are you a trap or boon?" he softly whispers to the tattered card. The hag remains silent. Aldrin gets to his feet, and slips the card into a fold in his clothes.
The young sorcerer blends into the moving crowd, and heads off toward Lancet Street. An excited gleam is present in his eyes, as he thinks of everything he'll do to Gaedren once they meet again.