I got me one'a those Shadow critters too, what. Ol' Liam's gots what I like to call a cross 'tween a dragonfly and a lop eared hare. S'a Haragonloy.
I named 'im Brushy, as he's been nestin' in me hair, like.
So I be hearin' tell of some suspicious Angelic doings 'round 'bout these parts. Surely, they've been keepin' to themselves much, aye? None of this mincing about where they know they's not rightly allowed?
Or was thems vampires? Always get the two confused.