The warehouse fire burned down to a red glow before the Robber King saw fit to make an appearance.

It walked lithely out of the storm in the form it had taken a few nights prior; an enormous cat with silver eyes that shone with their own inner light.

Robert remained seated; of the two beasts, the one that could harm him physically, had burned in the warehouse. As the creature came close, Robert spoke to it, knowing it would somehow understand. “I take it all my men are dead.”

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The beast sat and regarded Robert, a five foot tall cat with its head cocked to one side.

“I need time,” Robert puffed on his cigar. “You allowed the people who built your altar the time to bury their dead. I claim the same courtesy. Let me bury my dead, then I will come to you for our last battle.”

The Robber King lowered its head, then blinked its eyes. It stood and strolled away.

“I don’t suppose you can tell me what you did to my skirmishers?” Robert called out.

The Robber King disappeared in to the storm.

Robert sighed and stood. He did not look forward to walking back across the damn island.