80 Pit fall

The same day.

In the pitch black of night, a man walked into a small building within the outer edges of the Ice Phenix City carrying a compact handbag.

The building looked similar to the small establishments nearby and didn't look any special. It was just like any normal shop that sold spices.

The man who entered was in his late sixties, pushing seventies. Grey hair could be seen slipping out of the hooded coat he was wearing showing his age.

Inside the dimly lit building, a silhouette of a younger man could be seen sitting behind the counter. The light from the oil lamp couldn't reach the person's face, hiding his expression.

"You are here?" The man asked the person who had just walked in.

"Yes."

"Did you bring it?"

"I have it." He spoke and placed the bag on the counter.

The person behind the counter opened the bag to confirm the item.