“Hey! Athena! Just the gal I was looking for!” he mumbles somewhat enthusiastically, lifting his head enough to look at me, and for me to notice the black eye and swollen jaw he’s sporting.
“Danny? What the hell?” I start, kneeling down and rolling him over onto his back. He gives me a sloppy smile, trying to lift his arm, but failing dramatically. His hair is flopping to one side, unusual because it’s normally parted down the middle, his eyes are slightly bloodshot, and his graphic t-shirt is covered in splatters of blood.
“I came looking for you to deliver a message, but a couple of dimwits saw me on the way through Grey Oak, and started beating me up! I mean, I fought back as best I could, but those girls were really freaking strong!” he exclaims, groaning in pain and clutching his fa
