Chapter 8

A bright light emanated from the corridor, coupled with speckles of golden dust and smoke. After a while, it subsided and a man with a black hat and grey coat emerged. He removed his hat and entered the guest room where Zeidan kept his belongings. He moved to where he kept his boxes of clothes and started searching through them. After a long moment of cursing and moving about, hands on his waist, he sighed in despair. "Where the hell did I keep this thing?" His frustrated voice held in hushed tones like a confused woman who doesn't know where she kept her baby. Lyne walked in carrying a basket full of trash. She was cleaning everywhere. He was startled. "Mr. Wikh?" She called at the man who looked at her mischievously as if he had done something bad. "Are you ok?" Dropping the basket, she searched around for the trash bin while Wikh stuttered looking for the right word to explain why he was searching for his master's bag. "I was looking for my medicine," he managed to say. "You