Falane
Storm Lane, Bloodhood Chamber, 10:00 pm
“Can he be out for a day when he knows about the meeting?”, asked Unanimous with teeth clamped tight enough to break his yellow enamel which was decorating his white braces. The room was silent. Not a soul spoke except for the rattling of dishes which were being served by the four maids specially hired for the so-called “ Best Function”.
It wasn’t even close to what Unanimous had expected. The moon was shining its glory to the big hall room which was meant for only ‘luminary occasions’ worth inviting
