In the middle of summer, Doma lay on her hammock wearing only her underwear with a wood golem fanning her with a large leaf. "Damn you, sun. What's this heat today." She growled, taking her cut for a drink.
Behind her a stack of papers, unfinished work. But no one could find it bearable to sit at a desk and work in such conditions.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Doma grunted, turning aside, "Who is it now? I'm busy dealing with the heat…" She wore her mantle and walked toward the front door.
There weren't that many creatures that could reach Doma's front door. She lived in her hut, protected by countless lairs of curses and violent evil spirits roaming everywhere. It's either a powerful monster, a demi-god, or a lost child that the evil spirits guided in to watch him get killed.
Doma opened the door, ready to blast anyone outside into oblivion. But instead, she was faced with a blinding light as if that damned sun came to her front door.
