Jocas sat in front of his blue marble desk. It would be the last time he'd use that room, in Amdeneir's tavern, for something other than sleeping. Donari Tyndale had asked him to attend a meeting earlier, and so he did. Yawning a bit -it was getting late- he wrote the following.
Jocas approached the Hydlaa outpost of the Dark Empire. It looked regal to him, and the door knocker looked so inviting, all golden and polished...