"No two souls making communion with Darkness are allies of each-other."
~
The Gates of the Under-Ground Dungeons,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
Regent Jehoram and Arch Eccleissor Devland strode through the alleyways of the dungeons, for the second time on that very day, as they made urgent and tense conversation.
It was necessary to maintain the secrecy of both: their words exchanged and their destination.
The men spoke of the affairs of the State whilst passing the guards that kept the discipline and premise of the Jails until they'd reached their confidential precincts.
There was the portion of dark wall in the nightish nooks that seemed as one that was regular barrier of stone wall to the casual and unseeking eye, but to one that knew the chambers and secrets that awaited them on the other end, a hefty push granted them the needed and unsaid access.
