"Impulse in decision is the death of opportunities"
~
Northern Faction of Darkness,
Under-ground Oubliettes of Slavery,
The Kingdom of Hyll-Decanta,
Warm After noon,
Second Wednesday of the Second month,
Fiftieth Year of the Reign of King Adon Vericus IV
The captive, Lenart's face lit up at the sight of Nathan Jehu, for he had been offered bread the previous afternoon whilst labouring by the statues. "Sir, what an honour to meet you yet again! I knew not yester-day that you were a prophet", he exclaimed.
"Nay, no need for excitements", Jehu smiled. "I am here to meet a certain child, Seina. Would you per-haps know her?" he asked.
There was a strained expression on Lenart's face, as though he was contemplating, before he asked, "Do you have her acquaintance?"
