Benjamin nods, “Aye, he be a fierce hunter indeed. He said to walk through the very walls of castles like a ghost, merging with the very stone.”<br/>Joe shakes his head, “No no, he doesn’t merge with the stone, he is a shadow, hiding in the dark of peoples very footsteps. He’s said to reach out and strangle you from a shadow of a lamp!”<br/><br/>“How is that even possible? A lamp would cast too much light!”<br/><br/>“But the person in front of the lamp would cast a shadow you idiot! And then he reaches out and strikes!” This went on for several minutes as the two friends bickered back and forth on the legend of the shadow. At one point Joe said that he could hit a fly with a dagger in a wind storm with his eyes closed while Ben proposed that trying to strike him was like hitting air, it’d just go straight through him.<br/><br/>As they talked a high pitched, yet throat laughter came closer. “Oh my dear, don’t be listening to these two. They are drunk off their asses.” Catherine whirled around to see who was talking to her be saw no one…until she looked down. It was Henry with a big grin on his face. “It’s good to see you so soon again,” he said. “While you were away, someone came looking for you…something about a commission you were asking about. He is waiting for you in your room.” He patted the two men on the lower back, wishing them well and left them too their devices.<br/>