"Tadhg MacEibhir." With a small, thoughtful smile, Tadhg presses the spell-laden medallion under his shirt to his chest and whispers a word or two in Fae to activate a ward of inattention. The low-key spell will allow them to talk without disturbing nearby movie-watchers.

Once done, he offers a handshake, his smile shading towards apologetic. "I've been here almost two months, but I'm still getting used to the idea of magic being so public. It isn't where I come from."