Artemis arrived at the docks with his hood up, hoping to appear incognito and avoid a potential encounter with the City Watch or even Victor again. A part of him hoped that he would see Silas again, thanking the man for taking the initiative to save the woman. However, none of that mattered any more. The only thing that mattered was Artemis' need to get away, and so he wandered the docks.
With the morning sun peeking over the waters of the delta and casting its golden glow on the countless ships docked in port, those who sought an early start cast off on their ships, hoping for a better catch than the competition. Stalls were set up selling countless wares and the normal bustle of a capital city began to fill the boardwalk and many streets of the center of the Corone Empire. The sound of gulls crying out over the shore and the crashing waves hitting the wooden pillars that supported the docks mixed with the shouts and cries of haggling and greetings. One would never imagine that just hours ago a wealthy man's mansion had been cleared out and countless men killed for the sake of revenge over love, nor would they expect what was still to come.
Artemis found his way into a small tavern by the waterfront and sat by a window, looking out on the shore and cautiously seeking a way out of this dangerous city. Perhaps he would board the ship that he had just departed, heading back home to safety. Then again, maybe something else would come up and give him a quick reason to get away. Regardless of how the young man expected to leave, one thing felt for certain – if Victor saw him again, he would shoot him and kill him.
Still, Artemis did not hold a grudge. A piece of his heart felt a tinge of pity for the heartbroken man, the vagabond thinking back on the years he spent running away from his own past. He did not feel like revenge would truly make Victor Callahan feel free and satisfied. After all, if you live enough of your life just for revenge, what is there after that? Artemis just hoped that Silas had gotten to safety and so did Mrs. Devir.
He thought back on the dehlar safe that he had found in the desk of Devir's office, his curiosity leading his thoughts to imagine the countless possibilities of what secrets lay inside. He hoped that whatever was there, it might have brought some peace to the gunslinger and his vendetta. Because if not, Artemis could only wonder what Callahan would do if he found the man who had killed Aicha, and what that would do to Victor.