A trip to tell the story of a strange tale (Patreon)

The carriage wound down the narrow lane in the darkness of the night.

Only the moon shone with its light. Window shutters open to allow the cool breeze of autumn to enter the crooked frames of the clustered houses flickered with candlelight.

Some of these were gifted by the Behemoth Gang courtesy of the balding man on the wagon. His old villa hideout was now stripped and probably rented.

It didn't take long for the meandering wagon to find its destination. A cloaked figure in ragged clothing sat outside the door. In the shadows, he remained motionless.

Waiting, and guarding...

A story, perfect for a misty night under the full moon.