Hephaestus beams, hefting his hammer and tongs. "Apollo isn't the only one who can handle this broadcasting thing. And I am known as a bit of a mechanic as well as a craftsman. And before you ask how I knew ..."
"I can think of three suspects at the Wendigo," I respond dryly. "Multiple, as a matter of fact."
I have to hold my nose because the smell of solder comes off Hephaestus in waves. Honestly, I ever thought of him as some kind of a broadcasting genius. Why didn't I think of Apollo or Hephaestus to fill in for Wan Hu? I suppose I wanted someone the Consortium wouldn't suspect. But then, by that logic, I don't fit the requirements.
Hephaestus' head bobs up and down, a bouncing ball. "They told me that I could get someone to glamor me so I look like a larger than average member of the Xanadu Imperial Court. Emperor Kubla Khan is a Mongol, after, and they are bigger and more formidable."
"Then you'll fit right in," Daji replies, looking mildly disgruntled.
