On a wet night in a side alley of Ghostwater an old miner covered by a thin scrap of blanket shivers slightly as he slips, thankfully, away into sleep. His hand slips knocking over an empty sprit bottle. It slaps into the mud just as a booted foot hits the ground beside it. Woken by the splash of mud the man looks up to see two figures silhouetted in the moonlight. Before he can utter a word a heavy club is brought down on the side of the miners head. Swiftly his body is picked up and thrown over a shoulder of one of the two. They move to a nearby door way, above it flickers a dull fairy light, and bustle inside.
Where Is Everybody?