The three-headed dog trotted into the room, and Creusus stroked its coarse fur.
“Well, is there any news of Morgue?”
“Not much.” Flavius settled farther into his chair.
“I have heard, though, that he plans to move his base.”
“Where to?”
“Oh, probably Jiyidil or some place like that. You know, those big cities.”
Creusus nodded.
“And how are you, Kaerlthin?” he asked, in an effort to make small talk. The boy shrugged.
“Oh, you know, I’m fine. Working hard to gain my wand,”
“Of course, of course,” said Creusus.