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It would be another week before she would meet Muff. As Beth stood in ankle deep water shivering in a tunnel under an alley she began to wonder how she got here and why hadn’t she taken off to the skies when she had the chance… and the money?

She didn’t get to contemplate it any further because that was when Muff appeared. One minute she was alone, the next he was before her. No sound of him approaching and she hadn’t seen anything arrive. Yet he now stood before her. His hair was wild, twisted and matted it sprung from his head like an unruly plant. His beard was much the same only not as twisted and perhaps cleaner. His clothes were worn, but well cared for, patched in some places. He was cleaner than she had anticipated. Truth be told, Beth had been expecting a mad homeless man, but he seemed well put together, all things considered.

“Muff?” Although there could be little chance he was anyone else, her voice held a note of doubt.

“Abethany Windblower, Muff never thought he’d see the days where one of your kind would find their way into his city… let alone seek to travel under her.” For someone who appeared to live a solitary life, his voice didn’t suffer from it. It was rough around the edges but warm enough.

“My kind? Your city?”

“Your kind, air people… pirates. Yes, she’s mine. Muff alone know all her secrets, long forgotten by time. The ones that are remembered are considered myths, legends.” He paused, cocking his head to the side, “How do you think the peoples of Nenway would take it if they knew all the myths are true?”

There was something vaguely familiar about those words. She forced a laugh, “I’m sure they’re not all true.”

He nodded gravely, “They are.”

She raised her eyebrow, “Even the Winged Man?”

“Especially the Winged Man. If it weren’t for the Winged Man, you wouldn’t be here today with Muff.”

Beth had trouble processing how the tale of a half man, half gargoyle rescuing an orphaned prince could possibly lead a chain of events that would lead to her standing beneath a city she despised talking to a man who lived in a sewer. And that was of course assuming that the story was even true. “Does the Winged Man have anything to do with showing me around the city tonight?”

Muff gave a small smile, “Perhaps.” There was a glint in his eye.

“Fair enough,” Beth reassured herself that her sword was still at her side.