“What can you do?”
That was a list worthy of lengthy examination, to be sure, but Damion wasn’t sure the ability to pick any lock he faced, a deft hand at fleecing any card player he encountered, or the possession of magic that gave even the most powerful pause would be of any interest to the man standing in front of him.
“Whatever you need,” Damion said. He wasn’t exactly sure how much confidence to display, so he settled for what he thought Rùnach might look like when faced with one of those damned dreamspinners his wife kept company with. “If it isn’t too difficult.”
The man looked him over for a minute, then held out his hand. “Heather.”
Damion assumed that was his name, not what he did for a living, so he shook the man’s hand and nodded. “Damion.”
Heather nodded. “Had a missive f
