Midnight. Clouds hid the moon's reflected rays. A modest outline grew, Igna approached. The illuminated church's roof emerged. A greater presence shown in the distance; the other church, the main church as some might say. A rustic wind waved.
'He should be here,' Igna waited, the clock showed a few seconds before midnight. The second hand carried its partner, the minute hand onto the big '12'. Noises spawned out of the main church. A rhythmical tap pulsed, leaving the lows at Igna's ears.
"I would be worried if I were you."
"Mysterious Dealer," Igna paused.
"I doubt you'd come," the dealer emerged from the side-church, "-but I'm glad you did. I need your strength," he narrowed, "-King of Hidros."
"…"
