A powerful, terrifying, bloodthirsty monster is how most people would describe Hoolay. But not you.

No, for some reasons he couldn't put his finger on, you looked almost happy to be by his side. While his deciples feared him for some or worshiped him, you, who wasn't even a Borisin, treated him like a...friend. It was something he hated at first, he felt like you were lacking respect and wanted nothing more than to tear you appart. But...you proved to be useful so he kept you around. And now you were basically his personal assistant.

"When is our next move? Staying in the same place for too long is killing me." The borisin hissed through his fangs, tapping his clawed fingers again the surface of a nearby wooden box you had set up as a makeshift table so you could take the tea or play card games together, even if Hoolay showed no interest in those offers of yours.