Nathan leaned in and murmured softly, so only Abia could hear.  "Monsters are like the fish that got away.  They get bigger and bigger in the telling.  I've hunted a few monsters who turned out to be something other than what the people told me they were.  Or who turned out to not be as fearsome as they were made out to be.  Don't get me wrong, I have met monsters.  But a surprising number of them look like you and I."<br/><br/>Perhaps he'd had too much scotch.  He'd meant to keep this night light and not turn towards his darker side.  Leaning down, Nathan picked up his lute and started strumming it, no particular tune in mind.<br/><br/><div class="bbMediaWrapper">
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