You describe your prepwork for hunting the Bane, the fight itself, and the horrible aftermath of Clay's appetite for horseflesh. But only when you talk about Black Tarn and the Stormcat does Elton set his teacup down and steeple his fingers, offering you his undivided attention.
"I know the Stormcat. She and the Falcon of Doors were the guardian spirits who guarded our Caern. I thought she died." He looks momentarily pained. "I wonder if the Stormcat actually thought you could help Clay. Is that even what you want, Matulo?"
"Yes! He raised me. He taught me the Litany."
"If you had seen him, you wouldn't say that. Clay was a tough old bastard, and this just chewed through him."
"Clay was a shit, but I plan to stop whatever infection is coming out of this town before it spreads."
"Couldn't care less. But we can't escape our obligations, Shadow Lord."
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