Syrrus waited politely for Caela to finish her sales pitc h, then dug Marreth's note out of her satchel and pushed it across the counter to her. "Actually I was referred to you by Marreth Stormwood. ”





Caela's smile evaporated into a hard-set scowl so chis eled into her face as to resemble the very golems Syrrus had come calling to inquire about. Caela point ed to the door. “ Out. ”





Syrrus frowned back; this was not the reaction Marreth h ad promised.



“ Did you not hear me? Get out! ”





“ You think I came all this way to turn around and leave? ” Syrrus asked, incredulous. “ I'm not going until I can ask you a few questions. I can pay! ”





“ Oh yes you are, ” Caela said. Her hand shot to her hip and came back up with a pistol, hammer cocked. She pointed it at Syrrus and motioned to the door with a nod of her head. “ Go. Now! ”



