"What do you want, witch?''

He asked, scowling in your general direction without actually looking at you.

''I requested your aid a good half hour ago - what took you so long?''

He inquired, standing with a stern look upon his face - brows furrowed as his words were laced with the usual venom they carried, whether it was due to the copious amounts of wine he drank on the daily basis was to be determined, you dont think anyone has ever seen him actually sober.