@crestlightlead
“Ah you are here, I was about to call that kid to make the delivery for you. Good, good. So you will be able to try it for yourself darling.”
Agatha said as she beckoned her client into her workshop, it was a rather small place- almost resembling an antique store. One would describe it claustrophobic, yet there seemed to have just enough space for all of her materials- the various types of fabrics, the seemingly infinite arrangement of sewing machines (ranging from all sorts of sizes and different times in history).
The elderly looking deity would slowly walk around, looking for the light switch in order to flick it on.
“I imagine it must have been a rather long travel- where are you from again?”
Darkness clouded outside, like a sudden sunset. But it wasn’t quite evening, so so the sun shouldn’t have set just yet. Damon walked through the darkness up to Agatha’s door. He pushed open the door, glanced about, and then stepped inside.
He arched an eyebrow. “Rikoto,” he answered. Though, in truth, he’d stopped in some of the other regions to help take care of some criminals. As for her other comment, however, he wasn’t sure why she’d called him here. Damon just remembered being summoned. He just knew he-and his team by proxy-had been called over. “Delivery? Is that what you called me here for?”
