The next morning, Vladstin came to meet the Gigesdi leader.
"Hello, Chieftain. Or should I call you Your Majesty of the Gigesdi Island? What should I call you, sir?" He happily shook his hand, all smiles.
"Sangfroid. No other names than Sangfroid." The 6-foot tall man stared menacingly at him with his single purple eye. He wore an eyepatch made of goatskin on his other eye.
"Great Purple Eye, then." Vladstin grinned.
The chieftain scoffed and turned to Leron Pan. "Why is he here?"
"Uh...Er..... Sangfroid, don't give me that look. Vladstin means well." Leron gave him an awkward smile. "He just wants his hand back, and I think he deserves it. He hasn't been bothering anyone in Neverland anymore, and settles on persecuting the mortal lands instead."
"And also a bit of help to find someone." Vladstin chimed in with a jolly demeanor. "Do you know the Hermit----"
