“Sure,” Nathan said. “You gotta have some good stories, right? How about…ugliest broad you ever hunted. And don’t leave out the details.” He leaned over the table and winked. Know your enemy, Nathan figured, much as he hoped on Dave and Walter and everything else holy in his life that Solrin never became that.
After a few moments of gaping, then another handful of quiet contemplation, Solrin’s mouth twitched. “Well…have you ever encountered a harpy before?” he asked with that rare, playful tone. “Thoseare ugly.”
As Solrin elaborated on his tale of a harpy in its true form, Nathan practically busted a gut—especially since he’d had firsthand experience with one himself. He was about to insist the guy show him how it was even possible to behead something with a pickaxe when another early riser joined them in the bar.
Of course Nathan was all smiles as he spotted the rumpled and sleep-deprived looking librarian.