The choking smell of soot and sulfur filled the room, the flame of the bonfire casting the place in a deep reddish glow that intensified the brownish coloring of the wooden panels that lined the walls. The floor and ceiling were made of stone, usually cold but now reflecting the recent warmth of the blaze that was now shrinking back into the pit from which it was called forth. "Well, this could be a problem," spoke a tall man with long black hair tied into a pony-tail. He let out a low, long sigh and ran his fingers across his scalp. "Definitely a problem." "They come for you." Thanks! ))