Erebus had been tracking a devilish imp for days.  He had managed to secure and dispose of the foul creatures associate earlier that morning, but this one was clever.  The rain hadn't helped in the hunt, and the imp had been using a mixture of herbs to dilute the trail.  Erebus was also suspicious that the imp had some sort of spell or charm on himself that helped in concealment.  Regardless, Erebus had managed to follow the imp to this tavern, and one by one he was eliminating the suspects.  The hunt was fresh and Erebus had trouble containing his excitement as was clearly evident to Retta.<br/><br/><b>"I will only lose once."</b>Erebus said confidently.<b>"Everything else is just a minor setback."<br/>
</b><br/>He raised his cup in response to Retta's question, and tasting the tepid liquid said, "I actually prefer a cool mountain stream.  Pure, fresh, and refreshing.  But, I was parched, and this will do."  He slammed the cup down. "Many thanks."  He ended, referring to the drink Retta had purchased for him.<br/><b><br/>
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