Right after supplying the markets with fresh supplies in the morning, Vicente called for a meeting in his residence. It was the vacation home of the former councilman, too big and too tall.
Those invited were not allowed inside. Vicente claimed it was too hot. Everybody stood outside, watching the man who stood in front at the center. The air around him had a dark grey color with little spots of white.
He looked less like a human and more like a ghost or something similar to it.
Vicente held up a flyer. "Two women," he declared, his tone sharp and cold. "They are worth more than blood, more than mushrooms and meat, more than grain and more than gold. Whoever brings them to me will get a share in the bounty. I know that everyone in this town is already on the lookout, especially for this Fiona Quinn.
