Hendry Karez tapped his fingers nervously against the tabletop, then stopped them flat.
He looked at you with a gaze that was not only suspicious but also quick to judge.
The lamp was the only thing in the room he had moved for you.
"Speak quickly, what are you looking for in my estate — a low guttural voice tore from his chest — I have the least time for mortals."
He pushed the candlestick an inch nearer and did not sit down.