Her brother. Her brother? Gwydyon stood up from the railing quickly, but he didn't call for a blade that he wasn't sure would be necessary. Who was she? He tried to remember what he'd read in that instant. Set had several siblings, but only one sister that he could remember. That was Isis. Isis who'd opposed him, Isis whose husband had been murdered by her own brother. Gwydyon didn't relax, but the trepidation he felt was somewhat eased. She probably wasn't here to exact vengeance on him. And if she was, she was at least as able as he in the department of magic. That would be interesting, wouldn't it?
Gwydyon smiled, lifted his foot and planted it again behind the case. Then slid it forward, nudged it really, until the case was nearly at the edge of the walkway.
"If you're looking for Set, you see him before you," Gwydyon told her before planting his foot atop the case. "Set, the toad of Chaos. Lord of his case."
A brief pause, to let it sink in, before he asked.
"Are you here to collect him?" Gwydyon wondered aloud in a slow drawl. "I have to warn you, I'll gladly hand him over, but not if I have to endure histrionics first."