This isn't so much a story as it is an experiment in writing in from a third person perspective. I want to know if the character seeps through the dialogue. Any grammar is appreciated.

Seeker returned from his hunt with a pair of rabbits. He landed smoothly on the landing perch that he had constructed a long time ago. The soft feathers cushioned the landing well; it was one of his better constructions. He entered his aerie a few seconds later, shutting the door behind him, before locking it. The day at the office was more than enough to keep his mind occupied, never mind the rabbits.

The mage lights turned on automatically as he entered the kitchen. He put the rabbits on the counter. He had eaten them raw, before the healer told him to cut down on the fat content. He looked for the large knife, but didn't find it in it's usual spot. He ducked down to look through the various nook and crannies, which sometimes hid the thing he was looking for.

"When you're finished looking, you can ask me where it is," a new voice said. Seeker didn't turn to meet the new voice, he already knew who it was and the voice knew it also.

"How is it that you always show up when I'm hungry? Can't you show up at a better time?"

"Really Seeker, how much more accommodating can I be? I make house calls!"

"Isn't there some other gryphon that you can taunt?" Seeker asked, closing the final drawer.

"Certainly, but none of them would understand me as well as you. They'd do nothing but worship and bless themselves, it would be an eternity before I could get them to do anything of worth in any effective manner."

"Where is it?"

"Look up." Seeker did so and found it. He didn't know how he could have missed a knife that size stuck in his roof. He snatched it from the ceiling and used it to cut open the first rabbit.

"That's the thing I like about you Seeker, you never are surprised. It would take a miracle or better to surprise you."

"I'm sure you could provide one if it were convenient for you."

"Were it convenient I would, but things aren't always convenient for people in my position."

"I'd hardly call you a person, but if that is how you wish to make yourself humble before me, then keep going."

"Yes, I came here to make myself humble before an agnostic gryphon aviator," the voice said sarcastically.

"Why did you come here then? To help me set the table?" Seeker finished separating the fat from the meat and turned to find the table set for two, complete with candles and wine.

"We can discuss business if you prefer."

"I'm not for sale. Take your mind games else where."

"Did I mention anything about money?" Seeker focused on his meat.

"I'm not doing any more of your dirty work."

"Did I ask for favors?" Seeker looked at the possessor of the voice, but said nothing.

"You should try the wine, it is excellent," he said, smiling.

"I don't think I will, who knows what coercive drugs you have in there," Seeker snorted.

"That only happened once. Don't be so difficult."

"I told you that dinner was a bad time for me. I wonder why you came at all. There is nothing you can offer me that I'd be interested in."

"I offered you some wine, I'd have thought you'd be interested in that."

"Why should I be interested in wine?" Seeker asked. He blinked a couple of times, his companion's face was getting warped and distorted.

"Quite simple, my insolent creation, the wine had the antidote to the poisoned meat you just ate."

"Poison?" It took a few seconds for Seeker to comprehend the full meaning of the statement. "You poisoned the meat!"

"Not quite, it was poisoned well in advance. Still, don't worry, you'll live. Some gryphons will be here in about five minutes."

"Well that's reassuring."

"I should hope so, your aerie has been on fire for a good five minutes now. You should really have fireproofed the walls. Well, I must be off." The god of the gryphons gave Seeker a big smile as he passed out. He snapped his fingers twice, on the first snap, the dinner disappeared. On the second he was gone.

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