[Doctor Gabriel]

The Vagrant King had an idiotic, almost innocent look of euphoria stretched across his face as he savored the feeling of the greyhound's slobbery tongue and flopping jowls sliding across his hand, gobbling up deer strip, after deer strip. Lord Gabriel just kept reaching into his seemingly bottomless supply whenever the surprisingly polite affront to the gods asked for more.

"What? The Bumbleraffe?" he finally answered, while ensuring the jerky train had no brakes, "Yeah, I may have gone a little overboard there... But, in my defense, you'd probably lose your head too if something punched you through a brick wall. As to what it is..."

His Majesty's jerky stores emptied, he gave Herbert a scratch behind the ears and rose to his feet, looking down at the carnage once more.

"Beats me what that monster is or was. I don't even know where I am. I woke up in a dumpster all of half an hour ago and followed this one," King Gabriel pointed to the yet unnamed lunatic who lay in the pool of blood and her own bile, "when I heard the thing's roar."

Our Beloved King wiped his hands together then stuck them in his pockets as he finally began surveying his surroundings.

"That reminds me, you wouldn't happen to know where a respectable slayer of monsters could get himself utterly shittfaced around here, would ya?" King Gabriel looked up at the large hole he'd left in the wall above them and remembered his promise to the elderly couple he'd scared the piss out of, "...A masonry shop would be good too..."