He growled.  A deep, low, rumble.  "If *I* had been around all this time, he'd still be where he belongs.  Fecking gypsies and their curses.  It's the souled bastard that failed him.  Abandoned *my* boy.  And if you won't tell me where he is...then I either need to go spend some more money bribing someone who *will*, or I can just wait right here for him to return.  Because I know perfectly well he won't leave you here, or his precious duster."