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amuseboucheIt was a sad fact, aboard a ship like this, that people vanished every day. Some were brutally murdered by monsters, some met unfortunate accidents, some found they couldn’t handle the pressure, and some were rude to Andras Grauza.
Andras Grauza was mild in his reaction. He didn’t allow insults easily, but he waved them away, dismissed them as best he could. Whoever was rude, wasn’t rude for very long.
There was no better fate for these unworthy souls, than to be rid of the body they inhabited, so that their bodies might serve a purpose their minds were never capable of. At home he had always insisted on an ethical butcher. In many ways that was exactly what he was too.
There were very few people he ate with separately, Chiana always his favoured company, but today he had prepared a meal for another of the ship’s passengers. The boy named ‘Rat’. And he was very curious to know more about this strange young man.
There in that room, as private as there was a room on this ship, stood Hannibal, stirring the stew. There wasn’t much, but as suited any dinner, there were three courses. Two were set aside on gas burners and one was set out already on a makeshift dinner table laid out as best he could manage. Presentation was half the pleasure.
Andras Grauza was mild in his reaction. He didn’t allow insults easily, but he waved them away, dismissed them as best he could. Whoever was rude, wasn’t rude for very long.
There was no better fate for these unworthy souls, than to be rid of the body they inhabited, so that their bodies might serve a purpose their minds were never capable of. At home he had always insisted on an ethical butcher. In many ways that was exactly what he was too.
There were very few people he ate with separately, Chiana always his favoured company, but today he had prepared a meal for another of the ship’s passengers. The boy named ‘Rat’. And he was very curious to know more about this strange young man.
There in that room, as private as there was a room on this ship, stood Hannibal, stirring the stew. There wasn’t much, but as suited any dinner, there were three courses. Two were set aside on gas burners and one was set out already on a makeshift dinner table laid out as best he could manage. Presentation was half the pleasure.
