Quinton Hanlon was not a very imposing man. He was young, short (not a shorty but not much taller than one), and balding (which is worse than being bald, because it means you still have hope your hair will return when you should not have it). His skin was very pale denoting a life lived inside, and his voice slightly higher pitched, like a small child who had not reached puberty. And he loved to talk, oh dear gods the man never shut up. From the minute my carriage arrived at his property Quinton talked and talked. He welcomed me in with a nice grin and thanked me for my time and just started talking.
He talked about living on an island, dealing with his staff (all shorties probably to make him feel tall, well that and you can keep them as slaves), about Hanlon and how what direction he wanted to take the company in (as if that was ever going to happen, he tried to sell the lie, but I was not buying it), but most of the talk was hunting. He loved hunting, he had various stuffed dead creatures around his mansion that spoke to his hunting prowess (I'd killed most of the same creatures and privately thought to myself how amazing it was the ones he'd killed hadn't been marred by whatever he had used to kill it). To say he was obsessed with hunting would have been an understatement. He actually talked so much I almost forgot that this was supposed to be about a business proposal in the first place, that was until dinner.
We were seated across from each other at huge table that should have been filled with other people but was not. I had to practically shout to be heard and he did the same (which was damn silly and I'm the king of silly things, this was too silly). The meal was at least nice, some kind of red meat in a delightful sauce with mushrooms. I even had a glass of wine, it occured to me afterwards the meal had a very last meal aspect to it, but like most things, at the time I wasn't that concerned. I was halfway through the meal and enjoying the blessed silence while he chewed (at least he didn't talk while eating, I was spared that). When he finally got to what he wanted from me to begin with.
"You see Mr. Lorentino I want to hunt you." And at that I damn near choked on the meal I was enjoying previously. Its not everyday someone admits they want to hunt you as a person, but here it was, an asshole rich childish person with a high pitched voice wanted to hunt a hundreds year old necromancer who could have burned him down with a single thought. You might be thinking I choked because it was surprising, but no it was the laughter that welled up out of my throat. Because telling me of all people that? Damn funny!
No spider monsters today, did kill some kind of rat creature, I hope it was the only one, damn vermin.
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