"A gift for a friend," smiling with my eyes best I could.
"Friend," he nodded.
Gracefully I turned my back to him, without any hesitation or thought that he would harm me. Depending on the misadventures this new position grants me, I may need to lure enemies here. Breadcrumbs were leading to the labyrinth.
Emerging from the dense concave, greeted by a wall of black, the night spoke 'You have returned.' The sentence rang in my mind with the voice of Grey Mason. Pockets of Omni worshippers, known as Jezpers, scattered all over. Their small fires created an ambience like we were all boy scouts at camp. Mixed in with the Gregorian-like chants, making it feel like a cathedral. A lot of new information to process about these cult people. Where're the twins when you need them, the Masons?
