"All fell exactly as the Red Angel said it would," a voice spoke above the din of the hall. He leaned back heavily against the gilded scrollwork of a captured chair, droplets of dark wine tangled in his long, matted red beard, that might also have been lice-nested for how it appeared he had not washed it. "That old crone of his must have whispered the whole plan into his ear while he slept."
"So the rumors have teeth, then?" a second man asked, leaning in. "The Hero of Harmway is making deals with the black arts? I heard he's got a witch in the palace who eats the hearts of babies for eternal youth."
"Eternal youth?Have you seen the bitch?'' He chuckled ''I'd bet in the morning she has to take the worms off her hair.I wouldn't put my cock anywhere near her, can't think the Admiral is of different mind either.
