Prydwen was King Aurthur's ship and bore his body away when he died. As such, it is a vessel which can pass through worlds.

It would seem an appropriate name to me.

I wasn't actually trying to correct you but to add additional information.

It is a prettier name than Wynebgwrthucher.

Hannah wrote:Now is there anybody in Ontario that can go to London and check on the guy?

I don't live far from there. I can check in on him. Might not be until the weekend though, so perhaps someone can get to him sooner.

Stun guns are considered restricted in Canada. As I have neither the training nor the liscence required, it is not an option.

Change of plans, folks. I just got a task from work. I'm going overseas as a special advisor for another firm. Someone else will have to do this or it will have to wait until I return.

Actually if nobody minds I am willing to try contacting this Fallen Hunter.

I should have mentioned something sooner. Shadow called me after he met with the old man. I'm not going to share the details. At least not yet and probably never all of them.

We haven't been in touch since though. He's got his business and I've got mine.

Still, Hannah asked me to look in on the hunter and maybe see if there some leads that didn't come up in the phone conversation. Besides, I was in the area on Saturday anyway.

So this morning, I dropped by to see the old hunter.

When the door opened, his face was a study in mixed emotions. There was anger, fear, hatred and other less hostile emotions that were no less disturbing for me to witness. But there were two things that dominated his features above all others. Recognition and resignation.

He didn’t invite me in. Just turned silently and walked into his living room, leaving the door wide open.

Shrugging, I followed him in.

“Mind if I have a drink?” he asked, already pouring himself a whiskey, straight up.

“It’s your place, I’m just here to ask you a few questions.” I looked around, noting several oddities.

His bushy eyebrows shot up at that, “just ask me questions? I’ve been expecting you to show up for two years now and here you are and all you want to do is ask me a couple of questions?”

That certainly took me off guard, “What do you mean you’ve been expecting me for two years? I’d never even heard of you until a few weeks ago.”

He downed the entire glass he’d poured for himself. Then he made a face as it’s golden essence burned down his throat to warm his belly. “You killed my wife two years ago. Just before you started posting to that Lazlo Society. I didn’t know who it was at first but then you started posting. I couldn’t be absolutely certain it had been you until recently. But thanks to that guy, the one you call Cessiel, I know better now. Lots of folks do. Ever since then, though, I’ve been expecting someone to hire you to come for me.”

For several long moments the only sound between us was the glug-glug of him pouring himself a second glass. He only took a sip this time, “you aren’t what I was expecting, you know that? Even after I learned you were a woman, along with everyone else who reads those boards, I pictured you as someone… older. If you’re not here to kill me I guess that means I’m not worth your fees. So what does bring you here, then?”

“Shadowstalker was here a little while ago. We were getting a little worried about him.” I was still trying to digest what he’d told me. I’ve never been confronted with the family of any of my victims before. Focusing on my purpose helped a bit.

“He was here alright. Nice enough young man. Polite too. Almost stopped him from getting in the front door. He left here alive and well. I’ve been looking into his past but I’ve left his current business alone. So I don’t know where he is now.”

“I’m sorry.” I blurted out suddenly. I’m not even sure what had prompted it. “I didn’t know she was married.”

“Would it have made a difference?” his gaze on me was steady and searching.

I looked down, “no.”

He snorted then took a deep drink from his glass, “you may not have meant to, but you probably did the right thing. She was an evil bitch but I couldn’t ever kill her, even when I knew what she was. I already loved her. My heart’s been in pandemonium ever since.” He took another long swig from his glass.

“Shadowstalker said you had a daughter?” I suppose I was pushing my luck at this stage.

“I do. She’s grown now. If you’re worried she might be gunning for you… well, we’ll just call that just dues.” He didn’t look up from his drink to me.

What do you do in a situation like this?

I left.

Oh good this isn't about me.

skeptic wrote:Oh good this isn't about me.

Wait, what?

Nemesis wrote:

skeptic wrote:Oh good this isn't about me.

Wait, what?

I have a daughter as you know.
But I am not a fallen hunter, although I am most certainly fallen.

Whatever happened in the past, I think you've picked yourself back up rather well.

Hi folks sorry I pulled a vanishing act on you there. I had a situation come up that I had to address, and couldn't take time out to post anything. I will be posting details later about what happened, as I think it would be of intrest.
Darcy when I told you of my suspions, I didn't expect you to go and chat up the guy. Thou because you did, I do have even more respect for you, but I also think you are a little crazy as well.

Just a little crazy?

Vanquishing your inner demons is never as easy as casting the outer demons back to their pits.

I will pray for your continued success, I am coming to admire the person you are seeming to become.