Mount Everfall we have a city to burn

"My company."

She replies easily enough, laugh-giggling as was her way. She is either amused or just crazed by the questions. What did he get out of it? Not much if he didn't play his cards right. "Or if that is too vain an answer for you, cher" the woman glances back at him "you can get a variety of things."

But what type of man was he, except an egomaniac? "Are you superstitious? Do you require the gods' faith?" Poltergeist mused, slipping around him now in a half circle. "do you need a charm for good luck? Or just a hunting partner?" she pauses, laughing "someone to bicker with or warm your bed?" Even if just for a night.

"You'll have to be specific. I cannot read minds."