Apr 05, 2007 23:48
This is something completely novel.
After either reading or noting (with disinterest) every book in the library, examining the wine collection, composing a few piano pieces, carrying out a few complex tortures and murders, sampling the kitchen for its delicacies, Diogenes Pendergast is now bored.
This is also something completely dangerous, so any who approaches him (as he's lounging in a chair and casually paging through a book) should take extreme caution.
Typist: I apologize in advance if he decides to do anything really horrible.