Ronan took a hearty sip of coffee, nudged his head towards the map, then said, “If I’m not mistaken, Farrier had mentioned that this was a Norovir?”
Maritza’s eyes were a little less bloodshot after a few bites of fried eggs, and she said, “Yes. That’s right. I've forgotten that you’re as well-educated as you are keen.”
Ronan couldn’t conceal his grin, though he wanted to remain professional.
“Norovirs,” he said, sliding down on the bench and getting closer to Maritza, “are blue lizard looking monsters with two long, five-fingered hands and the tail of a fat snake.”
Martiza wiped her mouth with a napkin and unfolded a torn page from an old tome. The monster inked beneath the page’s old, scriptive text depicted a creature just as Ronan had described.
Ronan scarfed down his breakfast while Maritza continued her briefing.