That faithful night.
In the cold lonely streets west of Rayleigh City, Benjamin and Will, clad in dark robes quietly stopped in front of a brewery-like building.
"Is it here?"
Benjamin raised his eye and looked at the brewery; it almost looked haunted. He couldn't help but feel skeptical.
"It’s right here." Will peered through his cloak and took a good look, "Tory’s Brewery, a regular brewery by day but a haven for the sinful by night."
Heaven for the sinful…
These illegal organizations sure had a lot of fancy names.
"How do we get in?"
Will replied, "Around the left side, there’s a door. Knock on it seven times. Someone will lead you in."
Benjamin nodded and immediately instructed, "Alright, go ahead and knock then."
Will had a sour look on his face, "Can I not go in?"
Benjamin smiled, "Nope."
"..."
It didn’t matter how unwilling Will was, under Benjamin’s coercion, he still had to lead the way and eventually brought Benjamin to the side door of the brewery.
