"Eric's just not normal," said Hoarlegh. I was just off duty but he had been at it all afternoon. "No right minded loon would have that job." He took another swig of ale. "Brought in 'nother this very morning. He hunts too well by rights. Makes me queasy he does." "Queasier if you knew how well I could hear, you sot." Eric had materialised behind Hoarlegh's chair. It was unnerving how he could just appear that way, particularly with his great size. We all looked up at him. I still had my tankard raised to my lips, and wondered if I would ever get that sip. With startling speed he reached down and picked up Hoarlegh chair and all. Hoarlegh was sputtering and still trying to wriggle out of his chair as Eric took three steps and threw him through the door. Fortunately it was unlatched and we caught a glimpse of Hoarlegh and the chair bounce together once before he rolled into the mud of the street. A little old duffer by the door reached out and casually pulled it shut again, looking for all the world like he had just helped through a lady. I was secretly rather pleased. Not that I disagreed with Hoarlegh, I just didn't like him much. He was older than us younger officers and a loudmouth know-all to boot. My pleasure was short-lived though for Eric was returning to our table looking ominous. Even though there were four of us, fit and highly trained, Eric was clearly unperturbed by thought of taking us on. Daynor, who always had been a quick thinker, spoke up. "Thanks Eric," he said cheerily. "He was beginning to make me feel queasy. Care to join us for a drink?" I was grateful to Daynor, I had wanted to meet Eric for a long time. Eric seemed to accept the peace offering. "Thank you, I do believe I will." He snatched up a new chair and plunked himself down. We were a bit surprised and most uncomfortable. None of us knew him socially. His unusual post and the status that went with it kept him distant from us. I had never even seen him in the tavern before, let alone having a drink. We were not made any more comfortable by his imposing size or the fact that we had just been talking about him. Worries were soon dispelled however as Eric proved a charming companion. Not drinking much but cheery and light-hearted, displaying an almost silly sense of humour. This did not seem to be the fierce and brooding King's hound we had known and been so wary of in the past. The others were starting to relax a bit but the unasked question still hung above the table. I knew the others wouldn