As soon as the words left Red’s lips, the air pressure in the room changed, causing mild annoyance and popped ears to all. In such a lovely house, light poured in from the grand windows and shone from lamps - but there was inexplicably a deep shadow that might not have been there before.<br/><br/>And this shadow have a wide, toothy grin.<br/><br/>In a voice like the depths of eternity, a tone as hollow and hungry as time, came the words “<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 15pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Dost thou speak of eorlgestreon-</span></span>” The word tangled together, caught in the things throat and came out all at once in the form of a hacking cough. The shadow curled over onto itself, gasping for breath. “-fucking cats!” The voice sounded the same but somehow lesser. Simply human. The darkness straightened - and it was a man, narrow in build and with a mess of dark curls for hair and a lopsided smirk that he shot at Red. “So, er. You said something about loot?”<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>(translators note - eorlgestreon is old english of loot)</em></span>