“You can’t just do that, humanborn!” she cried out after me, and I envied her acting skills. “The Court will know about it!” She wrapped it up with a bunch of Irish insults strung together with such skill that I took a mental note to ask her one day for some lessons. Nothing gave me more linguistic pleasure than being able to express my frustration properly in multiple languages.
As I walked toward the inn, I took a chance and glanced at the shadows where the humanborn lurked. In the shade of the building stood a dark silhouette of a man, his head turned toward the mythborn complaining to the guard with her voice loud enough to reach the passersby on the other side of the Liffey.
Instead of going into the inn, I moved to the wall and stuck to it, preparing for the dash to come. Once I st
