"Then why you lurking?" Kaden asked, mostly not rudely. Mostly. Who liked being told someone couldn't abide you? Also no, who the hell smoked a pipe? Kaden flapped his hand at the smoke a bit—
Oh. Right. Wizards. Wizards smoked pipes.
"You're Merlin," he said, and then felt like an idiot for saying something so obvious. He hadn't seen Merlin since that night, some parts of it totally seared into his memory, others lost to the chaotic stress of the transformation. The faces were seared though, Merlin and Morgan and Freyja. Not much else, but the faces for sure.