[ferretchucker]

Back in Skimmy's warehouse, the trio just arrived. Skimmy was in the corner at the far end of the warehouse. There was a staircase and an upstairs, as well as several small seperate rooms. Big contraptions lined the walls. Giant guns, an array of gold and silver bullets and a desk with a big chemistry set on it. Skimmy turned as the door opened. Tristan gasped as he saw the monstrous face. It was extremely pale. The left half appeared to be caved in and had no eye. There was no nose, instead, two slits cut into his face. The other half looked tired an weak. His shoulder length brown hair was neatly kept. He was very muscley. He smiled as he saw them.
"Who's your friend?" He asked Bark.
"That's strange. You never told us your whole name. What is it?" Asked Chantal.
"Tristan is just my middle name, I use it because I prefer it to my first name." He answered.
"Spit it out boy! What's your name." said Skimmy in a harsh, but also slightly friendly way.
"Bartemius. Bartemius Overburse." He said quietly. The three hunters of the night gasped.
"You are...you are the son of Salus." Said Chantal, a smile spreading across her face.