Chapter 175 - – Hook, Line, and Sinker (2/2)

”Yes, that one!” Clanx nodded his head rather eagerly, before becoming rather still as he recalled exactly who Sanderson was. It would seem that it had not occurred to him until that very exact moment of exactly who the rather dangerous personage they were dealing with truly was.

”Caithness isn't that in the Scottish Highlands?” Empusa loudly sniffed as she tried to recall her geography.

”Aye,” Seth murmured as he took a sip of his newly bought pint and made a face at the piss tasting ale and swiftly put his mug down.

”Seems a rather strange place for Sanderson's men to hide such a valuable relic amid a muggle village,” Rabastan mused out loud.

”Exactly, no wizard would ever think to search into such a place,” Clanx proudly declared. ”Why even if a muggle did come across it, they'd never know the relic's value and leave it be. It's a rather brilliant scheme if I do say so myself.”

”We can steal it then!” Amycus happily declared too stupid to understand the very real danger. ”It'll be easy! Just a quick and hit and run!”

”And what of wizards living in the nearby area?” Rabastan slowly asked.

”There's more than a couple of wizarding families living on the outskirts. It's enough that they could cause a problem and possibly summon the Auror's,” the long-nosed, Aeron admitted.

”Well, I might be of some assistance,” interjected an unknown masculine voice.

All of the Death Eater's all instantly reached for their wands as they turned in unison to the source of the voice. A vicious-looking muscular man with salt-peppered hair and whiskers grins hungrily at them. His pointed teeth and long yellow nails made him appear as though a hungry beast taking human form.

”And who might you be?” Amycus pompously said, not knowing to have the least bit of fear, when he really should have.

”Fenrir Grayback,” the vicious werewolf said with an arrogant smirk.

”The Dark Lord is interested in him,” softly mumbled, Clanx as he warily inched away as he was the nearest able body to the bloodthirsty werewolf. It was close enough to the full moon that a powerful werewolf like Grayback could easily force a transformation.

”Your master requested to meet with me, but this seems far more interesting,” Fenrir purred in a wicked tone. ”A muggle town, now, that sounds like my idea of a good time.”

”Well, with the werewolf at our side, we'd easily be able to take the artifact,” Seth rumbled as he slowly eyed the viscously looking beast in sheep's clothing. Only in this instance, a man's flesh was the cover hiding the awful werewolf hiding inside.

Rabastan pursed his lips and was about to say, no, until he recalled his older brother's words. Full of anger and a thirst to prove himself, Rabastan said, ”Dusk is nearly upon us and the shadows will be a perfect time for us to come and go.”

”Yes!” Amycus and Alecto squealed sounding a bit too much like pigs again. Even the watery-eyed, Empusa wiped the tears and snot off her face as she eagerly took out her wand.

”Let's go,” Rabastan steadily instructed, before they all eagerly marched out of the pub apparating away in thundering pops. The shadows had begun to move again and soon night would be upon them all.