In the peaceful hamlet of Arinte, the waning gibbous blond moon hid behind darkening clouds. Wind picked up speed. People in the streets sought shelter in their homes, or inside taverns and inns. Stefan was sitting in the inn's tavern when a man rushed through the door.
Wind swept through the newly open cavity and blew people's hair and clothes away. A woman shrieked as her long skirt was lifted up above her head, revealing her undergarments for all to see.
People laughed, but immediately realized the danger they were in. A table got swept through the main hall, crashed against a man and elevated him toward the triangular ceiling. Both of them hit the ceiling with terrible crunching and crashing noises. The man fell down with the rubble, bloodied and lifeless.
