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."
