"What the hell? Is Master William against me? This is the second time that I've met him and he puts me to sleep."
Gascogne's kind-hearted wife, Viola, had cleaned the foul-smelling monster blood off of the Old Hunter while he was asleep, and now she shook her head with a smile.
"It's not that he's against you," Lann said defensively. He was sitting on the steps, having been discussing post-Hunt plans with Gascogne. "There's just some things over there that aren't suitable for someone like you to see."
"Someone like me?" The Old Hunter raised his head in surprise. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Lann scratched his chin, realizing how his words might have been interpreted, as if Master William looked down on Henrik.
But in fact, William putting Henrik to sleep as soon as he entered was actually a form of acknowledgment.
