Cletus Bartholomew Thane

A shadowy Drow follower of Akanji Cletus Bartholomew Thane I spun, coming face to face with the man who’d been sitting in the chair on the far side of the cavern. He smiled at me, then bowed slightly at the waist, sweeping his hand aside like a gentleman in some old bloody period drama. “Cletus Bartholomew Thane, at your service,” he said, before straightening and waiting politely. “Ah… Jax… Jax Amon. Did you just fucking kick me?” I asked him, my brain still rattled. “Ah, yes! Yes, I did. No sense in letting you get your weapon after all, is there?” he said, smiling broadly. “Makes what is to come much more difficult.” “And that is?” I asked him slowly. “Why, killing you of course,” he admitted. “Shame, really. Given the choice, I’d much rather have inducted you into our little club. But you had to choose a side before we were acquainted, didn’t you?” He shook his head and lifted one finger, wagging it in remonstration. “That, and the things you said about my Lady and benefactor… naughty, naughty, naughty!”