Lys: Spooked

Cathair's hand paused at the door. Lord Ambrosius's back was turned, yet he knew. Did he also know why Cathair had come?

To whom do you turn when the uncanny ones worship the same God?

He could fight a dozen men with steel in their hands, but the supernatural was not his ground, and it felt like a trap.

A trap in which he was apparently surrounded.

Well, he'd fought doomed battles before- this was no different. And a part of him was saying he was making a mountain out of an ant hill.

He entered the room, trying not to look like he was spooked beyond reason. "Good morning, sir. I was wondering if I could talk to you about how to go about finding a house..."