The short winter day had already come to an end when the guest that Bors had been waiting for finally arrived at his office. The gloomy rain had once again turned into a mix of fierce downpour with sudden bursts of hail that rattled off the windows like tapping demon claws, while bursts of cold wind in the chimney made the flames in the hearth roar and dance.
Bors himself sat behind his polished oak desk, yet another of the pieces carved from the demon's sacred tree, working his way through the pile of reports and administrative affairs that had built up during his days of bed rest.
