68 Are we There Yet?

Frumble watched as the newcomer stepped forward. He turned out to be a tall man dressed in a flowing purple robe. Long black hair was tied back in a ponytail which highlighted his sharply defined features and unhealthy looking full red lips. His eyes though, his eyes were dark and lifeless.

"My name," the man said, "is Harvey. Harvey Von McVon, at your service." He bowed slightly.

"Indeed," said Veronica, his hand still resting on his sword. "And what do you want exactly?"

Harvey smiled. I have recently managed to extricate myself from a gloomy underground prison, at no small cost I may add, and now wish to locate a certain 'Dreth' who, I understand, you are also seeking."

The Anti-Paladin frowned. "Dreth is mine. Stand in my way at your peril wizard."