Firebrand nodded, Silk was right. Jon Serro, the shadow at the head of the Resistance in the city.
He was puzzling out how to get a meeting, when the bell on the shop door tinkled. Aodh's body braced and when Ava shot him the tek signal for ‘galdor’ his hands formed into gnarled hard knuckled fists, ready to fight.
As Ava left the back room Aodh ran through his options in a split second. It sounded like the galdor customer wanted the back room, he muttered to himself ‘Shit’.
His house breaking instincts kicked in, Aodh moved silently over to the curtain at the back of the room.
Aodh slipped behind the curtain, there was a flight of stairs and one down, no back door ‘shit, ah well’ he muttered again and crouched on the second step down and waited, alert and listening.