“I wanted to thank you for not mentioning the symbol to Albert.” She pushed the vials toward me. “These are for you to use as you see fit.” The way she said it reassured me that she guessed I wouldn’t be drinking it all myself.
“I hope you’ll clean your own… house, Lady Eithne,” I replied in a rather dry tone, and didn’t reach for the vials. I didn’t keep her secret out of courtesy or for personal gain, but to avoid igniting animosities between former enemies and out of hope she’d shed some light on what was going on.
Eithne sighed, and I couldn’t figure out whether the sadness on her face was genuine. “I intend to do so, though the issue, as you saw for yourself, is not limited to the mythborn,” she said. “I’d like to ask for your help in our investigation.”
So the vials were either a
