“Maighstir Darkblade,” Balgair returned the greeting.
“From the energy signature that Ibrix passed along, you are in Eola.” When Balgair nodded again, Rhyslin leaned back, causing the image in the crystal to distort. “I didn’t expect to hear from you for another two weeks when you returned. Did something happen that stopped you?”
“Aye, sir,” Balgair said, then reported what had happened in the past two days.
Rhyslin listened intently, then looked Balgair in the eyes. “Did I hear you right? The Reve is dead.”
“Yes, sir,” Balgair met those hazel eyes without blinking. “Lord Huitzilopochtli mentioned that this town needed a new Reve and suggested that I might apply for the job.”
The Draoidh raised one eyebrow, considered what Balgair said, and nodded. “That’s quite a recommendation.” The enigmatic smile on his face made Balgair suspicious. “Do you want to take the job? There is a contract, and it’s open-ended. It’ll last as long as you fill the job and can perform the duties.”
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