"I wonder, if he was fond of redheads because he was fond of you, or was he fond of you because he preferred red hair?" He let that thought trail off, however, because it wasn't directly related to what was at hand. "He's dead. From what I could gather from her, he killed himself in front of her. She did say he was dust, and that was prior to her arrival. However, the way this world works, there's the very slightest chance he may come here in a time before his true death, or even resurrected after it. I wouldn't place my bets on that ever happening, however." He sipped his beer and looked over at her.
"If it's all the same to you, Calliope, I'd be more than happy to keep an ear to the ground on a permanent basis. He's the worst kind of undead scum, and if there's one thing I'm committed to do, it's to keep things like him from doing harm to mankind." He meant it. He wouldn't let anyone be hurt by a creature like Rudolph Sedant if he had anything to do with the matter.