GatheringPast and future.
A heady mix, one which created confusion, anxiety, impatience. Anger and hate.
They all combined to harden the pawnbroker's heart, cloud his judgement, consuming him with desire. And malice towards those who possessed what he, too, longed to possess.
But now the waiting was almost over and he felt intoxicated at the prospect of holding what was his once more. Avarice had eaten away at him, twisted him into a perverse and distorted thing. A vessel containing the capacity for extreme violence.
Years, the past, all had blurred. The powers he had gained had delivered him to this juncture, his patience and determination rewarded at last. Now, nothing could divert him from his path.
He recited once more the ancient texts that had brought him to this place. A place
