Meanwhile another event that happened at the same flow of current time, yet it was occurred in different space entirely far… far away from the openness of wilderness whose shelter sheltering purely under the canopy of twinkling stars amongst the clouds hidden amongst the gloom of the nocturne, where there was only a dimly lit campfire to be the chaperone,
That which was a previous, quite a serene scenery to relish while waiting for the night to pass… however, had now it changed into quite the opposite,
It was a cramped-looking room, having no windows but only a single door leading into it… a room illumined by a single round flat hanging-lamps lit by oil-filled glass, hanging from a coved ceiling right above the center of the room. Quite an abundant light source for such a small room, rendering the furniture inside like a crystal-clear sight it was, which furnished the interior with a bright warm of orange flaming candles,
