Dastan Coventry

“Maybe I am.”

“I don’t usually do good ideas.”

“Maybe I’m flatter.“

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“You obviously haven’t stared past my good looks and friendly smile.“

“They are well. Of course Hektor hates New York and complains about it every time we talk,” she said with a fond smile

“I can believe that. You should talk him into coming home.” He said putting more emphasis on home. “Has he open a New York branch of the diner?”

“In that cause forget about it. I have lived this far not knowing it, I’m sure I can go on not knowing,” he smiled

“I met a girl once who believed that you could see a persons ancestry in their energy,” Kazamir replied, not really directly answering the question

“I can’t have you walking around clueless to the growing world around you. Let’s say, what’s a few day to someone that lives forever?”

He shook his head, waiting expectantly for an explanation. 

“It is yes,” he smiled brightly, “And you are a Coventry, da?”

“It’s going to take me hours to explain networking with the correct examples and similar meanings.“

“What is that?”

“Ah, how convenient! I would be very grateful,” he gave a nod of thanks to the offer. 

“Are you kidding me?“

He gave a nod of recognition, “Say no more, Dastan it is,” he said, smiling back at the warlock. “Please, have a seat,”

“Thank you, Iago.“

“Ah, Mr Coventry - good to finally meet you,” he got up and offered the man his hand

“Mr. Coventry is my grandfather. Please, feel free to call me Dastan.“ Dastan grinned shaking his hand. “Nice to finally meet you too.“

“Then what was it?”

“It’s Achilles, like the greek hero.”

“A charm. We don’t have the scent of smell like you do. And the spell has to be repeats and hasn’t been perfected so we use charms to pick you guys out.“