GAHRYE
The urge was there to lick his lips, but Gahrye forced himself to stillness. This little turtle of a man was no match for him physically, but there was great intelligence, and a wealth of balls behind his soft façade. Gahrye did not underestimate the male's ability to corner him in an argument. So he was very careful with his words.
Shaw had put his pen down and was staring at Gahrye, his eyes alight with whatever it was about him that always put Gahrye on edge. There was something wrong with this male.
"So, let me make sure I understand," Shaw asked quietly. "You entered the portal and nothing spoke to you until you began to walk?"
"Yes."
"And when they first spoke, it was to tempt you with riches and favor among people."
"Yes, but the people of Anima, not here."
