In a very dark room where the only source of light was the single purple candle burning on the table, a woman sat, looking at the chessboard in front of her in silence. It had been years and years since she'd moved a piece, but tonight, she'd moved two pieces.
The darkness in the room was so thick that her face couldn't be seen clearly, but her purple eyes were like twin stars. Finally, she raised her head. "You go by Kren now, right?"
The shadow in the room shuddered just by hearing her voice, but one shadow was thicker than the others. It adjusted its glasses. "Yes, my Lord."
"Kren... that's a name that doesn't belong in the Hinterlands, for sure. You've done well this time." The voice was soft, like darkness pressing down on the mind.
Kren shuddered. He felt like, if she spoke for too long, he'd get lost in her words. He bowed his head. "I didn't get him to make the oath."
