Entrances

[Armande]

Enzo was correct. Armande had known Mr. Sabbatini much longer than the Frenchman. Corrado's reputation was enormous among Atharim. He was widely considered the greatest living expert on dreyken hunting among the society as a whole, and Armande was not too proud to admit Corrado's knowledge exceeded his own. Such was based off the fact that Corrado dealt almost exclusively chasing down the wretched creatures for over the last half-century.

Armande sat near Enzo, but not without grabbing a display glass from his desk. He gave it to Enzo. For the moment it remained empty.

"In fact, it is about Corrado I wish to speak today, Enzo. You are his only living apprentice, and as I trusted his judgment on Dreyken, so too do I also trust your judgment above all other Atharim on this matter."

Armande gestured that Enzo activate the glass. He'd already pre-programmed it to recall a specific data file to be retrieved from Enzo's thumbprint.

The image that sprang to life between them was a still-frame from a video. It showed a close up of a man's forearm. The cuff of his dress shirt had been rolled above the elbow. The skin itself was light-colored despite the shadows of the dimly lit scene. The remains of a tattoo could be seen beneath puckered, scarred flesh. "Have you a guess what creature might have given such a wound?"

He watched Enzo's reaction closely.