"Hey," Ronan called to his bird. He held out his hand and Chainsaw flew over to land on his arm. Multiple ugly scars ran across the inside of his arms, but he was less concerned with hiding them and more worried about making sure Chainsaw stayed put. She finally moved up onto his tattooed shoulder.

Good. His raven was secured. He'd barely taken his eyes off of Odo but now he could give him his full attention.

"What people? Are we talking fairies, demons, aliens, all of the above?" There was nothing cautious in Ronan's response. He'd erased the word from his vocabulary.