In the morning in the bookstore I wanted to strangle him. During the day in the park - feed it to a swarm of carnivorous locusts. At night, in bed, my life began to depend on him. If he leaves, Darkness will take over my body, and my soul will go to its dark chambers. If he stays, he will demand too high a fee for his dubious services... Perhaps the new Master of Curses should not have been compared to the loin of a local artiodactyl?