He didn’t miss where Fafnir’s eyes had landed, and it couldn’t have been an accident that his tail twitched again, more noticeable now.
“I’ll be here for a few weeks, I think. You’re more than welcome to come back this way. But, just in case you’re thinking about me and I’m not in town…”
He flicked his wrist and produced a simple, glossy, black card. On one side, an ornate symbol that looked incredibly similar to a fingerprint. It was printed with a red, holographic ink.
On the other side, in opalescent ink, a single word in elegant script: Almadel.
"It takes a drop of blood," he said, nodding to the card. "...But you can just press your finger into it. I know it’s a bit dramatic, but if I didn’t have precautions in place I wouldn’t know what to do with all the calls. The price of popularity, I’m afraid. The card will only work once, so make it count.”
He smiled, and held the card out between two fingers.
“Let me know if you find something interesting. I’m always in the market for a good trade.”
Whimsical Blue
