In his room, Auriel was sitting on a chair and holding a paper piece, reading it with full concentration. When he read the first line of the letter, he frowned, and with every passing second his frown grew deeper.
"Bah! Damn cultists in the guise of a ducking church! They don't leave me alone for more than a fucking week!" Auriel cursed as he tore apart the paper in half and repeated the process until he couldn't tear more. After that he scattered the paper parts around and let his head fall on the table, resting his cheek on the smooth wood.
"So, what are they saying?" A cold but melodic voice came behind Auriel, reaching his ears. However, his brain didn't register the voice because he was in deep thought.
Suddenly, Auriel felt a firm tug on his collar, causing his body to jerk backward. His nape came to rest against the back of the chair he had been leaning on.
