A twelfth-century tinker demonologist, and one of the Nine Nightmares. He buys souls, horseshoe nails and the thing under your girdle, and sells loaded guns, monkeys' paws and ill-worded wishes.

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"Ride on, my gallant Huntsman... when must I come again?
For you should never want for a fox to chase all over the glen
And when your need is greatest, just call upon my name
And I will come and you shall have the best of sport and game."
- Heather Dale, Black Fox