Beam nodded. It was a feeling he'd felt for years. A feeling that might even have consumed him had he not met Dominus. "I think you'll find it."
"I hope so."
…
…
That evening, after parting with Nila, he was back in front of Greeves' house once more, with two bags full of fangs and ink sacs. Their work had taken them hours and by now it was once more dark outside.
But that wasn't the only thing that Beam had brought with him – he'd brought something that caught his eye as he scouted the eastern part of the plains on the way back.
Judas answered the door once more and helped him into Greeves' office with his bags.
Greeves wrinkled his nose at the sight of the sacks stained green all over his floor. "That's a fucking mess, Judas. What are you stupid? Don't go messing up the rug, you oaf."
"Sorry, boss," Judas said, moving to put them in the next room. But Greeves held up a hand.
