Hunter drummed his fingers on the arm rest attached to the chair he was lounging on and glanced out the window to the village. A couple of mean were riding a cart into the main square. As they reined in the horses, he realized there was another load of drugged humans piled in the back.
He turned away to look at his somewhat primitive surrounding. He was incredibly bored being back on the island. A place he had created, and he was sick of it. Another somewhat delightful bonus was that one of the simplistic elders in this place was already hinting at an arranged marriage between Hunter and the elder's daughter. Christ, the girl's name was Chastity, and Hunter was expected to marry her. Not bloody likely.
The pile of telegrams for the day sat before him waiting to be opened. He grimaced before picking them up.
"Boring... boring..." He tossed them away one by one before reaching an "urgent" one. That then got tossed too.
Hunter sighed and grabbed it back off the floor where it had landed. There was an illegal cover of witchs in New Salem? How had he not heard about that?
"I'll send some vampires to check it out." Hemused, then he smiled a cruel smile. "No, I'll do it myself."
It was time he left the island anyway. And the Night World needed all the witchs they could get, what with all the witchs defecting to Circle Daybreak.
"New Salem..." He liked the way that sounded. He remembered those witch hunts in Salem. Hell, he had nearly been convicted. Now this, was interesting.
