"I wasn't even singing loudly," Quinlan protested. Gods, what was twisting her under-robes into a bunch? Certainly he knew she was eager to be rid of him, and no doubt he was eager to be out of her hair. It was a shame, however, that he would have to forfeit a job. The opportunity however to get those Sirrush eggs would have been before they hatched.
Quinlan was never much for caution, not if the opportunity was narrow and would not present itself again. He did, however, consider if the payout was even worth the risk. The man seemed like a crazed egghead. And frankly, Quinlan was tired of chasing after myths and legends. Even if this legend in particular was in fact real.
Little to little, little too late.
Quinlan slowly stopped his murmuring. He instead listened to the wind, and felt his ear twitch. Maybe it was the way the sun was hitting him, or maybe it was the way the sand crunched beneath the hooves of the donkey. He felt a shiver run down his back, and he pulled back on the bindings around his wrist.
"Stop," he said. "Right now. Stop." He slipped his leg from over the donkey's back. He kept his feet firmly in the ground and leaned his head down, slipping the blindfold from his head. He pulled back again against the end that Kaya held. "Stop. Take these off me. Now. Something is wrong. I'm not kidding."
