“What exactly is the book? What does it do, and why do you want it back so badly? If you don’t feel like giving me chapter and verse right now we could start with your name?”
The little man just looked up and smiled. Smoke drifted in small white lines from his nostrils and his eyes narrowed like a poker player unsure of what his opponent is holding.
“My name is Stranghold. Hubertus Stranghold. I belong to a group of individuals who would very much like to retain the book. That is all you need to know.”
It was Judas’ turn to smile. “The book. What is it, what does it do and why do you want it so badly?” Stranghold sat bolt upright and started to mutter something under his breath; at the same time he was gently flexing his fingers and staring intently at Judas.
Judas was about to say tha
