"Give it up. Whoever she is, that old little jerk doesn't even have a pin up of her," grumbled the little man in stained robes and a worn out hat that kept his face obscured in darkness. If the smell that emanated from the little, pudgy creature hinted at anything, it was that the more covering the better. BM shook a little, weak fist at the moggle as it floated off to harass someone else with vague prophecies.