194 Hartwell of The Underworld

Theolonius Stalwart sat on the floor in the devastated dining room, Horst beside him, panting, drooling. He ordered the servants to bring him some food. He was busy cutting a soft steak, cooked medium rare by his orders, when a man in white robes got into the room.

"Sully!" Stalwart said without raising his head. "It's good to see you well and about. I hope you didn't drag that old sack of bones with you here."

"What's this about Theo?" Sullivan asked. His forehead had creased into a heavy frown. "The old sack of bones will soon start looking for me."

"Why don't you join me for lunch?" Stalwart asked. "I find it best to discuss matters on a full stomach."

Sullivan snorted. "You could have probed the poor soul without trashing the place," he said. "Oh, I forgot. The mighty wizard doesn't do anything without putting on a show."