"Caught him yet?"
He ignored me.
"That Glory Mooncalled is a tricky bastard, isn't he?" I wondered if he meant to clean up the entire bug population of TunFaire. For a service like that, we should find some way to get paid.
He ignored me. His bugs got busier. I sat in the only chair available to me and watched the campaign for a while. He was experimenting, not re-creating. It was no campaign I recognized.
Maybe he was even making war upon himself. The Loghyr can section up their brains into two or three discrete parts when they want.
"Had an interesting day today."
He didn't respond. He was going to punish my impertinence by pretending I didn't exist. But he was listening. The only adventures he truly had were the ones 1 lived for him.
I gave him all the details, chronicling even the most trivial. Somewhere down the line I might have to call on his genius.
I finished and watched him play general for a while. I got the feeling there was a hidden pattern that I was too dense to see.
It was nearing time to meet Amiranda. I pried myself from the chair and headed for the door. "See you when I see you, Old Bones."
Garrett. If you get lucky, don't you bring her back here. I will not endure such foolishness in my house. I seldom did, though occasionally circumstances insisted. It seemed too much like mocking his handicap. In life the Loghyr are as randy as a pack of seventeen- year-old boys. It was my suspicion that his misogyny was his way of compensating.
I was almost out the door when he sent, Garrett. Be careful.
I am careful. Always. When I'm paying attention and when I figure I have something to worry about. But how do you get into trouble just walking up the block to buy a bottle of stink-pretty from the neighborhood chemist?