I swallow dry at the next question, dreading the answer but knowing that I could not avoid any longer, so I let the words slip out between clenched teeth.
"My brother… do you know where he is? Have you seen him? He-he looks a lot like me, is a hound too of course, black hair, dark skin, a little smaller and cheerful all the time…" Though I bet even my brother would not be able to smile at his current situation.
The demon looks away, as if thinking, and nods while saying: "I have seen a hound there, yeah… and now that you said so he does resembles you a little, yeah…"
"Really?! Where is he?! Is he, is he hurt?!" I say, barely holding myself from shaking the answer out of this demon, only standing and gripping the poor table.
