Adith’s face clouded for a moment. He couldn’t understand why the man would ignore what he’d said, or show no fear at the fact Adith was telling him of his own death, of the terrible creature that lurked outside on the city streets, waiting for him. If this was some misplaced sense of decorum, a feeling that they should be properly introduced before Adith began discussing such pressing subjects as the man’s own demise then it was a compulsion that came at a very bad time.
“Adith Lloyd, sir.” He said, “But that really isn’t important, sir. There is something out there, something that means to do you harm. I think it might be a dog of some kind but much bigger. Maybe an escaped fighting dog? I hear they can be terrible treated and grow to like the taste of flesh.”