Lion Head Mesa You want me to leave London and give up magic?

Reyes did not think of his wife, even as Ramesses spoke further. He did not agree or disagree, his mind was full of Sorana; the girl in the water, the sound of her laughter, finding her favorite foods as a gift for his return, many things now peppered through his thoughts.

And then he was properly dismissed. Ramesses gave his blessing and bade he leave — with an offering of further work, should things not work out. Reyes' head bobbed even lower with silent acquiescence and he turned then to go, eager to be apart from the man, and to seek his meal and the road home.

I have a vicious task for a man who knows how to keep silent and take an order.
What could that task be, he found himself wondering? But his figure retreated along the corridors, leaving Ramesses alone.