The Library - 10.15 to 1.00 am
... and he knew it. With a gravelly sound in the back of his throat, he crossed his arms over his chest and stepped a few paces from the hearth toward Rodolphus. The older man's presence sat on his consciousness like a boulder.
"Surely you must have some news for me. I am not entirely a waste to the Dark Lord or his plans."
Oh, it rankled him to have to crawl on his belly toward these "great" men who fancied themselves the voicebox of a being far surpassing in every nobility and virtue possessable to humankind.