I did not tell him what the Hermit had likely been eating. The menu inside an Ogre cave was somewhat limited to Hellfired Ogre and their Hellfired pet.... Ick!The old Hermit was on his third plate of bunny and rice before we managed to get him to say anything other than "Mmmmm... good food." Or other words to that effect."Senshi's kid?" He scooped up a few wayward grains of rice with his fingers, licked it off, burped and sighed. "Nope, haven't seen her for a few months." Did you see anyone. ‘You’re making a fool of yourself!’ ‘I’m sorry, dear,’ I seethed, ‘Maybe you didn’t train me well enough? Here’s a little fact, if you beat a dog enough times, he’ll either run away from you or attack your ass! ‘Guess what, bitch?’ I sneered, ‘I’m not running.’ I watched the color drain out of her face as any traces of her alcohol buzz quickly faded. I was positive she now had a good grasp on how serious things had become. I’d never talked to her like that before, and certainly never. Turning the light back off naked she walked across her apartment and into the kitchen. There followed the usual routine she followed most mornings: turn on the Nespresso machine; grab a mug; grab a coffee pod; and once the lights stop flashing press it once, and then a second time. The coffee machine still doing its thing she headed back to her bedroom, grabbing the clothes from the floor and throwing them into the laundry bin as she opened one of her drawers, pulling out a black, mid-thigh. She takes a few deep breaths, tired eyes still glowing, and says "You Son of bitch. Untie me. Now." Ralph smiles at her, recognizing the Alpha Bitch within. "Kindred." He thinks, a little sadly. He begins untying the knots, starting with her wrists and working up. Seyla remains quiet as he works to release her, using the time to restrain her urge to claw his eyes from his head when her shoulders are free. Instead, she breathes deep and focuses on the sensations Odin has given her. She loves him.