Snippet #2657775

Bigsby raised his massive hat slightly with a single finger and only opened a single eye allowing his blue gaze to land upon the Yellow King.

"Hastur, I know who you are, your kind words are noted but not welcomed." The Old wizard slowly shook his head at the idea of doing any kind of business with the thing before him. It might as well have been more of an insult to his very being considering that those who usually found themselves in the company of the Yellow King lost more than they would ever bargain for.

"Out with it!" Bigsby bellowed with power behind his words. "What business do you think we have together Hastor, Yellow King, be quick about it for I am not someone you can so easily manipulate." The old wizard glared at the aberration with his crystaline sapphire hues only trace his spellworks silently as if waiting to spring a trap.