I fear I’m going to go downhill again. Let’s hope it isn’t justified. (previous)
‘Gerald!’ The woman angrily exclaimed without even turning around. ‘I’m trying to do some business here.’
The man sighed. ‘Grandmother please, you are not going to allow these people to get themselves killed, are you?’ He gestured to Mitchell and Andrea to come in. ‘Let me educate you.’
‘What?’ A snarl from the witch. ‘Not in my house!’
Andrea was all too happy to join the woman’s side as she already didn’t like this Gerald. ‘Yeah, mind your own business!’
‘Do not worry about it.’ He said to Mitchell, and again signaled for him to enter. ‘I own this residence, please be my guest.’
Mitchell followed him inside and after he urged her to, Andrea followed as well. The old lady remained at her stall to “keep away the thieves”.
‘I am so sorry about that.’ Gerald showed them to a dinner table. ‘Please take your seat.’
‘What you got for us, Gerald?’ Andrea put up a nasty tone as she spoke his name. She really had something against this guy. His “wise-guy” way of speaking, probably.
Mitchell threw her a disapproving look, but she didn’t notice. ‘I should probably introduce us. This is Andrea, I’m Mitchell.’ The guys shook hands. ‘Thanks for having us.’
Gerald smiled. ‘You should feel lucky. Going up to the surface is not as easy as it seems.’ He looked over to the window. An urn was standing by it. ‘You may even die trying.’
‘But…’ Mitchell wasn’t sure whether to share his origin with Gerard yet. ‘Why is it so dangerous? A fall from up top probably wouldn’t be deadly.’
Gerard wrung together his hands, ‘Let me…’ and looked Mitchell in the eye. ‘Allow me to tell you a story.’
‘Oh boy,’ Andrea jeered. ‘Here we go.’
In the next part, we’ll learn all about monsters, magic and more! Or will we? (next)