I smiled, trying not to look to frightening to the young lady. "Flidhais has made it home only this morning from an errand up north." I nodded my head toward the cloaked figure. "There lives some mighty accurate scryers up north o here. If they see it then you better get ready."

I wiped at the bar and asked Ramla, "You need anything, ssweetheart?" Ramla yawned languidly and answered, "Maybe a nap, Gato. Do you have one you could spare?"

We smiled at each other. Our exchange was an old personal joke between us.