A letter was sent to the court physician of the Schwarz Castle.
The country's highest authority on medicine had received the letter personally, coming from his good friend, and after two days, a meeting had been arranged.
While the embers of the battle between the two extreme ends of Fonias' production continued, the demons that were the soul of the trade made different changes and emergency measures in the face of this new catastrophe.
The first step, was to be taken by the one demon that had brought all of them here and banded them together.
And so, the Court Physician of the Royal Palace visited deep into the shanty town in the forests behind the city. The place where the poor and the outcast gathered, not too far from the royal capital yet not too close. With buildings erected from planks and held up by lime, the man covered by a single cloak waded through the narrow spaces covered by houses and woods.
The night sky was dark, the lamp in his hands the only source of light.
