Ben Hansen
"The conditions -" the butler began.
"Okay, that's it," Ben interrupted. "I have heard far too damn much
about what the conditions are and as far as I can tell there's nothing
in these mysterious bloody letters that pass eerily from corpse to
corpse except letters saying we can't be told anything. Well, I've had
it! You hear me? I refuse to be your pawn any longer. I am more
important than that! I am a rook! Or a bishop! or -"
"A queen," Hugh smirked, deciding he needed a token reference before
Ben used up all the space..
"Yes! A queen! Thank y - I hate you. Nevertheless, I refuse to be used
like this any longer. Either let us know what's going on here or pay
us what you owe us and never call us again! okay?!"
Suddenly, applause burst out from the corner. A single pair of hands
clapped enthusiastically and a mouth attached to said hands by a
collection of veins and organs although none were so obvious as a fine
coating of skin, screeched "Oh, very well done! Bravo!"
The entity moved out of the shadows as the others turned too stare and
revealed itself to be... The crazy dead woman who'd hired them to
begin with.
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