“The sky is awake, the ice cracks and sways as shattered glass, and, even as we speak, the tropical birds can be heard chirping and flying back to their nests. This can only mean one thing- as you’re new here, I trust you won’t know what that is. Pan is back. Or something very nearly like him. The time has come for Hook to awaken and resume the hunt.”
After a sip of wine, “Have you taken care of the beast yet? I’d so hate for you to return without proof of your efforts; the head, as agreed, so that I may mount it on my wall. I advise you present it with a quickness, or it may be yours that takes the place of the beast’s.”