As George was about to begin, the door opened, and several men in black robes entered the tavern, making directly for George’s table.
“Your payment to the Dark Master is over a month late,” the leader said “You know what will happen if you do not give him his due.”
“Y-yes,” George said “I understand. I just need more time.”
“Our master has already given you more than the allotted time,” the dark robed man said “But he is a generous benefactor. You may have one more week to produce what we asked for. Or my Lord will express the displeasure he is feeling towards you.”
George nodded, his hands shaking, as the men turned and left the tavern.”
“What was that about, George?” Anna asked “This seems serious.”