Vol leaned arrogantly back against the wall, head down watching the Hag from under the brim of his hat. He hated the man, but not for the reason one might think. Vol cared about only himself, and the Hag had interfered with his self adoration.

“So what” he drawled softly “new lands, new people. Why should here be any different. Except for the bloody cold.”

He looked down near his feet where four wolverines were bouncing about happily. They were made for the cold and were almost playful in this weather. Frolicking in the chilly wind like it was a tropical paradise. 

“At least they like it here” he muttered.

“Lets get this show underway” he said lifting his head and grinning sadistically “I’m hungry. And bored.” 

He licked his lips, his thoughts drifting to just what pleasures he could find available here. Women, men, vodka…souls. Perhaps the finer things in life could be found in this hell-hole if one looked. 

“How about giving me a decent billing this time?” he asked. “A little advertisement. I’d love to do a some side business before the show starts. Something wide eyed and curvy with soft ass…ets?”

[i]something that screams nicely[/i] he thought, but he kept his thoughts to himself. He wasn't just hungry for pleasure, but for souls. It had been long enough. Of course not everyone could handle his...inclinations.