Callahan moved his gaze away from the jolly gathering and effortlessly spotted Emma, one of his spies, on a roof across the tavern. She took in their arrival and soundlessly glided down the walls to meet them.
'I see you've been slacking,' he commented, his tone cutting and his eyes sharp. Callahan wasn't someone to assert his authority over his subordinates for no reason, but then again, he only employed the best of them and none had ever given him a reason to rebuke them. Not until now, it seemed.
Emma shook her head, even as she fought the alarm and weariness off her face. 'Never. I've been here all day, this place was just as I reported until a couple hours ago. Tell him,' she eyed Arthur. 'You saw it too'.
Arthur avoided her gaze, taking no part in the offence.
'Then what changed? Is it Frederik's doing?' asked Callahan.
