Jeannie opened her mouth to apologize to the lanky fellow who had cried out. She had not meant to have the vile little thing hit anyone else, she just wanted it out of her master’s cabin. But she paused when he bowed, a smile curving the corners of her lips upward. It was so nice when people remembered their manners. There were so many that did not any longer, rushing here and there and barely even saying hello. A proper bow in greeting was a nice thing to see.
What was not so nice was that after he called her a fair maiden, which she liked a lot, he introduced himself as a wizard. Which she did not like at all. The welcoming smile that had begun was immediately turned into a suspicious frown as she studied the man before her. He did not look like a wizard, but they were a very sneaky lot. Very sneaky, and not at all trustworthy.
But then again, there were some good wizards. Not many, but some. Jeannie had an uncle that was a wizard. He was not so much good as he was absentminded, so he did very little damage. Perhaps this man was like that. And perhaps he could help her rid her master’s home of the leprechauns.
But first she had to know two things. One at a time. “Are you truly a wizard? You do not look like a wizard. You look like an accountant.”