As the moon grew brighter, Rasmus decided to have a drink as well. His mind and body seemed to be in two different places. Aris and Rullein somehow chose to stay in the same room as him, watching him like an exotic animal.
"They're here," Rullein said, staring out the window at nothing. "The Black Hands are here," she pointed out.
Rasmus paused before he could empty the whiskey in the glass. He made his hearing and vision more sensitive as he looked outside the window. He never thought that no matter how quiet someone moved, the sound of them breaking the wind, it would still make a sound.
"One... two... three..." Rasmus muttered under his breath as he listened to the sound of wind disturbances from all over town. "All of them are here," he nodded.
