James Currence

Notes from "Nightly Sweep, n. 483" - c.Aug 3088

"It's a cold night in August, don't cha think, Teffin?", asked a brooding figure, standing in the dark, holding a lance. The fog was heavy this evening. Another brooding figure, presumably named Teffin, responded: "Forecasts said it might be this way. Brought me a coat, just in case. Did you not look at the forecasts, Rok?"