They had been waiting for several days, watching the streets of Sterling Port as the great unwashed and very unworthy as Matheus called the citizens of Sterling, filed past below in the rain. Matheus had been following their progress as they scampered from one menial pathetic task to the next like so many ants in an anthill. The Hawk's temper had been building steadily and now at last something had arrived to vent that anger upon.
The wraith was obviously being cautious, but its mistake had been to remain hidden, not announcing its presence immediately. That and its being several days late for this meeting. Without warning, a crackle of red Chaos energy leapt from the Hawk's hand and lanced into the defenceless wraith, forcing it to become visible, where it writhed on the floor presenting
