“Yes, nice to meet you,” Derrix approved as he shook Fiona’s hand, “and anything to help.”

	Suddenly the woman Derrix had conversed with all night appeared to fulfill her debt. A smile crossed his tattooed cheeks and he nodded, “a good name. You remind me of someone I used to know.”

	He snapped his fingers as his eyes flickered from Vaeri’s ears to her eyes. Derrix opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it into a polite smile, choosing silence.