Llyr had barely returned from Viden for a break, before Dale Garnet had nearly forced his way into the home. The blond looked up from the sprawl of research on his desk and stared at the old grizzled investigator. He didn't bother asking what it was. Garnet would tell him, once the man recovered his breath.
"Where have you been?" asked Garnet. He recovered a handkerchief from his coat and dabbed sweat away from his scarred brow. His milky eye teared up and he cleaned at the duct.
"Away," answered Llyr simply. He shrugged and fixed a stack of papers before tying them together with twine.
"I've been trying to get a hold of you," said Garnet. "Not just me either. The Blackguard. I told them I'd take point, but damn if it wasn't hard to convince. Couple of them would've been fine with breaking that door down and searching this whole place."
Llyr set the bound stack of papers on a shelf. He frowned and looked at Garnet. "They can do that?"
"Yes, we can do anything when it comes to a suspect," said Garnet flatly. He seemed unamused by the biqaj's ignorance in this matter.
Llyr hummed quietly, then offered one of the study chairs for the investigator to sit down. "Sorry, I wasn't aware I needed to be around. What am I suspected of, now?"
"What are you always suspected of, Llywelyn?" barbed Garnet in a stern voice. He waved a hand in dismissal of the offered chair.
"Not again..." Llyr rolled his eyes and sighed. "What is it this time? Not Transmutation again?"
Garnet went quiet. With his good eye, he scanned the young mage... and not just visually either. Llyr felt the sweep of ether. The man was trying to read him. Unfortunately for Garnet, Llyr had picked up a few tricks to manage that sort of thing.
"Where have you been?" asked Garnet. He recovered a handkerchief from his coat and dabbed sweat away from his scarred brow. His milky eye teared up and he cleaned at the duct.
"Away," answered Llyr simply. He shrugged and fixed a stack of papers before tying them together with twine.
"I've been trying to get a hold of you," said Garnet. "Not just me either. The Blackguard. I told them I'd take point, but damn if it wasn't hard to convince. Couple of them would've been fine with breaking that door down and searching this whole place."
Llyr set the bound stack of papers on a shelf. He frowned and looked at Garnet. "They can do that?"
"Yes, we can do anything when it comes to a suspect," said Garnet flatly. He seemed unamused by the biqaj's ignorance in this matter.
Llyr hummed quietly, then offered one of the study chairs for the investigator to sit down. "Sorry, I wasn't aware I needed to be around. What am I suspected of, now?"
"What are you always suspected of, Llywelyn?" barbed Garnet in a stern voice. He waved a hand in dismissal of the offered chair.
"Not again..." Llyr rolled his eyes and sighed. "What is it this time? Not Transmutation again?"
Garnet went quiet. With his good eye, he scanned the young mage... and not just visually either. Llyr felt the sweep of ether. The man was trying to read him. Unfortunately for Garnet, Llyr had picked up a few tricks to manage that sort of thing.