"Someone wants to meet with you," said Han-gil. His eyes were too latched onto the new story within the new set of pages. A new book, a new smell of journey.
"I see, so this is the person, right?"
"Ah, it is pleasant to meet with both of you again."
"Likewise." I plastered my friendly smile. "It is only a matter of time until Toriq and I arrive at the Hunter Gathering."
Seeing how I gestured my eyes to Roger when I said 'Toriq', Horus managed to capture the hint about how she needed to shut her mouth and quit talking to make things complicated. I didn't really mean it that way, but it was how it was seen from her eyes, knowing that I've been pretty much exposing an uncomfortable intent the moment I saw the person that Han-gil mentioned. To some extent, detectable by Horus.
Likewise, Han-gil himself seemed to feel rather wary around the person he relayed.
I guess even the Bad Fable himself had a bad feeling about this.
