Ritz…
Torches burst into life one after another as footsteps echoed down the dark corridor. The fiery light illuminated one hooded figure as he passed, casting upon him like impeccably programmed spotlights, following his progress along the hallway.
But the shadows frolicking on the coarse, stone walls fell upon his face, hiding it further under the darkness of his cloak, and his urgent strides left nothing but the golden glint of the intricate trimmings on his velvet cape. When at last the man reached the heavy door at the end of the passage, he unceremoniously wrenched it open, making it groan loudly in protest.
"Ritz, you beckoned?"
Ivan of Kres' booming voice echoed in the room, as his fingers pulled back his cloak to reveal his crimson head atop his handsome face. It had been a couple of days since they had last seen each other, and he had thought that the King of Heaven had totally succumbed to depression.
