Conall squinted at the explanation – an odd one, if he’d ever heard one. He couldn’t resist adding it to my collection, Prewett had said – as if Prewett’s friends thought him a suitable dumping ground for all manner of magical creatures.
Naturally, Conall might have been more concerned about this if Prewett hadn’t called him out to take a look at them all: whatever he said, he seemed thorough enough in regards to their welfare. Not like – well, not like a lot of men with no sense in their head and money coming out of their asses.
“I can understand that,” Conall admitted, of Prewett’s attempted explanation about his relationship to his collection of creatures. Conall disliked company for the most part, but creatures were the exception to the rule there. Still – he gave a sharp grin, following the wolfhound’s movements – “Now, if you had anything feral I’d be happy to take it off your hands for you, but I don’t think your fellow there has any complaints with his company.” (Nor, Conall thought, did his owner.)
Naturally, Conall might have been more concerned about this if Prewett hadn’t called him out to take a look at them all: whatever he said, he seemed thorough enough in regards to their welfare. Not like – well, not like a lot of men with no sense in their head and money coming out of their asses.
“I can understand that,” Conall admitted, of Prewett’s attempted explanation about his relationship to his collection of creatures. Conall disliked company for the most part, but creatures were the exception to the rule there. Still – he gave a sharp grin, following the wolfhound’s movements – “Now, if you had anything feral I’d be happy to take it off your hands for you, but I don’t think your fellow there has any complaints with his company.” (Nor, Conall thought, did his owner.)
