Herman was affable as ever, but I found my mind drifting to the Ethereal. As I had a harder time leaving the shack, Herman was often the one sent off on errands- leaving me to hold the place together. When the Horgathon came by for his weekly meal, I was often out back, lazily waxing our impish charges. The Horgathon is not to be trifled with, as I soon found.