The Heartwood kneel

Jag felt his heart sink into his gut as the man began to speak, only for it to lurch upwards joyously quickly after. A wicked grin cut his features in half and his fur bristled with the anticipation of the vengeance that had just inched its way so very much closer to his grasp. He made a mental note of the description of the territory Violante had reportedly laid claim to, and he licked his chops with the sort of proud animosity that only befit the gods, and himself.

"You have done me a great service, providing me with this knowledge... Perhaps I did you the opposite in making assumptions based on your initial..." he paused, his gaze once again flicking over Bartholomew's form, "Impressions... But I shan't soon forget that. I make a habit of repaying my debts, no matter how great or small. Do you have a moniker I may know you by?"