Seconds after Wayne steps through the doorway, a knife flies through the air embeds itself into a metal grate on the wall next to his head.

The woman who threw the knife is standing with her feet planted wide, eyes narrowed, and draws two short swords. More slowly, Palamedes turns around to face Wayne. “Cam,” He waves her back, raising his eyebrows in something like wonder. “My goodness, aren’t you remarkable.”