I walk down the hallway; no one is home. The flickering lights dim as I walk past revealing the owner's lack of propensity to pay the electric bill. Cases full of boxing memorabilia, trophy belts, and photographs line nearly every wall in the tiny apartment. I pause for a moment to linger at a photo showing a boxer with a fist for a mouth standing victorious over his opponent in the ring.
Using Smithgel and Rugen to create Veil was an intriguing venture, but they've all reached the end of their usefulness. I look over to the kitchen table and note the mound of gold and precious jewels piled there. Interesting that Veil never got rid of those. I craft one last gigantic ruby and place it on the kitchen counter before I leave, my duty here now finished.
Noiring Wasusians Against Recalcitrant Storylines
In regione caecorum rex est luscus.
Poe wrote on both.