Tidas reclined comfortably in the booth as he talked with Alfred. He hadn't been able to see him for a few months, so they were catching up while Tidas waited for Skye. He'd been enjoying himself, but felt like he was being watched since he'd sat down. He couldn't sense any magic, but had made a subtle notion to Alfred about it.
"Not too busy this afternoon, hmm? Expecting anyone special?"
Alfred knew what Tidas had meant because he'd gotten the distinct feeling of being watched as well. He'd assumed it was the magistrate, or whatever woman had been lurking around his tavern the past week or so. The only reason he knew was because of her perfume; it reeked of overpowering flowers.
