Inside a dark lit room, Dorel and Sailor stood before a cloaked figure. They had dropped the bag on a table before the cloaked figure. Whoever it was backed them not revealing itself to them.
A seeming unending silence fell across the room. Sailor stared with his crimson eyes at the figure. Dorel seemed to be satisfied himself. The room was olden and too old fashioned for a modern world. It was built with bricks but there were tiles or carpets rather it was replaced with nothing but bare floor.
No lightning. Just a burning torch that seemed never to stop burning. It glowed dim yellow but that did not light up the entire room. The light was just sufficient to see the basic objects.
"We have been in silence for about ten minutes. Aren't we going to talk. I'm starting to get tired." Dorel said rudely. The cloaked figure didn't move or speak. It remained silent