It took Artemis a few moments to remember it. Her old life, her fake life, already seemed so far away. Good. “I’m a bounty hunter, ma’am. I was leading an anti-necromancer squad to you and your apprentice-” Pain immediately lanced through Artemis’s mind. Discussing the apprentice was bad. Circe did not like hearing about the apprentice. For now, though, it couldn’t be helped. “-following reports of necromancy up here and the posting of a bounty. Your posters are in my bags.”