“If there’s nothing else, my lady, I’ll take her now.” The way he spoke made it clear I shouldn’t expect any more personal interaction. “She can tell me what she’s got while I show her around.”
It seemed that I shouldn’t have counted on any introduction, and the mythborn I was supposed to be working with wanted to keep it as formal and impersonal as possible.
“Lady Eithne.” I stood up, bowed, and headed for the door, following my new guide.
Cathal led the way and didn’t grant me a single glance over his shoulder, though I was almost certain I wouldn’t be able to sneak away if I wanted to. He was, after all, one of the Scáthanna.
“So, what do you have for us?” he asked as we exited the building and stepped into the courtyard. The tone of his voice, ever so slightly derogatory, grated on
