“Yeah, he literally called himself ‘The Beast’ and ran around terrorizing a magical kingdom for like. Half a century. I don’t think subtlety was one of his major goals.” He pulled out his flask and took a long sip. The Beast had been responsible for several of the deaths Eliot had experienced, after all.

“Also the moths could like. Turn back into his face when he needed them to? I guess. I didn’t really ask for many details.”