Chaos sat in the bar at Valdell, knocked back his draka and ordered another from the bartender with whom he was now so familiar. He had been coming here regularly for nearly six months now and the bartender always welcomed him with a warm smile. Anathema, however, clearly terrified the poor man.
Chaos sat in the barHis companion was not here yet, but somehow he just knew he would be or at least he hoped he would be here. He just needed to be patient. He smiled as he sipped the strong liquid. What would he learn tonight? New techniques? A method to speed up his attacks? Or would he just learn precious details about his companion? Information about Anathema been scarce. He was a very guarded man, and Chaos still felt he knew nothing about him. It was frustrating but, in a way, it added to t
