Askeladd carried Garo on his shoulder, as they traversed the most sordid and disgusting regions of Crimson. The underworld, a place where people of all stripes and questionable reputations had the honor to inhabit.
"Are you sure it was the pixies?" he grunted when they entered a better sector.
He remembered the way 'things' were fluttering and sighing in adoration around his human, and it was hard to believe, but the puppy was the one who went out to look for him. A cub who had less love for humanity and its cities than the Dragon who ruled over all monsters.
Askeladd growled a curse.
Actually, it wasn't that inconceivable, after all pixies were collectors and they loved to keep things or people that were to their liking.
Well, he would gladly give Astarte something to collect.