[Salone]

Lev stumbled, a first from hearing his name called out and from the word 'Dybbuk'. He turned quickly, eyes jumping back and forth from the girl and the blind assassin.

"Dybbuk in city? We need leave then. There is one then there are many. Let us go.

He started off again at a trot. At the back of his head a voice screamed at him to run. He had had nasty incidents with Dybbuk in Tsavo, and childhood memories were pressing at the corners of his currently well-adjusted psyche. Well, well-adjusted enough. As an afterthought, he tossed a few words over his shoulder, keeping his eyes directly in front of him.

"I would not call me that, Meat. That is not good word where I come from."