Thread: Meet the Author [Goody + incendo]

Mahon frowned deeply in thoughtful confusion as he and Mara turned away from the captain of the guard and started to leave the tavern. I am not drunk, Mahon said to her in a low voice, following her closely as they walked alongside the road. The shops and other taverns had him perplexed, glancing through large windows at wares he didn't understand the usage of, or into dining areas where rich people ate strange foods. Where are we? One of those guards told me this is America and that you are not led by a king but a presider, he said, keeping up with her as they rounded a corner. I do not understand what that means. Also, what is the currency here? No one carries any weapons, not even your guards. Is it because of the dragon? Does it protect you? I have only ever heard legends of such creatures. Illustratively, Mahon glanced up to the sky, warily searching but the blue was clear for now. How far are we from the continent Pas? Briefly, he thought about asking her how to secure passage home but to be honest, Mahon was in no hurry. He needed to find out exactly where Gammon was and finish him off and also...it was kind of nice being in this alien place. He was no stranger to traveling to distant lands and experiencing different cultures, although, they'd all been on his own continent. If these people were unfamiliar with travelers from Pas, maybe he could secure some sort of connection between the two nations. Speaking of connections... How do you know me? Mahon asked her again, giving her an interested, penetrating look. If I had ever made a friend such as you, I would have remembered. You mean, you don't know each other? Mahon stopped and tensed defensively as he turned to regard the woman hurrying up to them. The man beside her had a black, sinister looking cannon mounted on his shoulder. Claw was out in a single graceful movement, muscles rippling as he pointed the blade at the woman and her companion, stopping them in their tracks. Oh! Jenna said with rapid, nervous blinking at the gorgeous sword aimed at her. But she was no new lily on the streets a seasoned reporter , she'd been involved in everything from food fights and active shooter situations. She'd been groped on camera, been elbowed in the ribs, and even had her hair pulled during a fierce encounter with an interview subject. It was why the news station loved her. She held her own in the face of anything, got there on the spot when shit was going down, and didn't flinch when drama exploded and shit hit the fan. And all the while, she was a professional. Please, put your weapon down. Tell your man to put his down first, Mahon said in low, threatening tones. Jenna blinked but supposed that she understood at least partly the act the man was putting on. Turning to Greg, she gave him a nod and her cameraman slowly turned off his camera and lowered it off his shoulder, holding it by the strap at his side. Mahon did not resheath his sword but lowered the weapon as well, watching the pair with a practiced air. When the blonde woman reached forward with her hand, offering it to him, Mahon regarded her with a steely indifference. Jenna Jameson, Channel 4 news, she said cheerily. There was nothing in her hand being offered to him, held sideways even, like a blade, so, Mahon regarded her with an impassivity that soon made Jenna feel awkward and uncomfortable. Turning to offer it to Mara, after shaking her hand, Jenna shook a thoughtful finger and narrowed her eyes with a grin. I thought I recognized you. Mara Seward. We had you on for an interview a few years ago. You did an interview with one of our morning hosts to promote your latest book in some fantasy series, right? Jenna's eyes annoyingly fluttered to Mahon with a smug knowingness. My first thought was some publicity stunt but if you don't know each other... Just a fan, then? Trying to get the attention of your fav? I'd love to have a few minutes of your time to interview you both.