Sean entered the library already looking a bit worn. His eye was no longer puffy and discolored, and his head wound had healed, leaving only the break in his eyebrow where it had been shaved to make the stitches. His leg was also in top form, as if it had never been injured. He didn't know what to make of it, but he had too much to worry about to linger on the seemingly benign.
"Cathair? I'm Sean Flynn." Sean offered his hand to the other man. "You asked to see me?"
Sean knew it couldn't be good. When strangers called for him it was rarely because they suddenly had a house full of fluffy bunnies and rainbows to deal with. It would be a nice change if that were the case, but the devil liked to laugh too much.