A figure moved behind Erin and few would have taken notice, but Victor shivered briefly and caught a change in the air.   He knew a ‘traveler’ was about, after smelling it’s scent on the mug that Abia had brought back to the bar to be refilled. Victor mumbled,  “Bloody travelers.”  And spat on the ground. He hoped this one would mind its own business.<br/><br/>The ‘traveler’ passed and Victor’s attention  was brought back to Erin. One eye squinted and the other stared at the girl as a low rumble formed in his throat. He held this pose for several seconds before hollering out, “Ah ha! Clever girl, trying to fool me into releasing my secrets. I will do no such thing. You will tell me your guess at what this symbol means and I will be the judge of your accuracy.”   Victor crossed his arms in smug victory over the battle of wits. “Be warned though, girl, any trickery on your part and I will introduce you to my friend Lucius.”<br/><br/>The fire in the hearth snapped and popped as if eager to meet Erin.