...A very docile man staring back at her. He appeared to have been waiting. On his lap was today’s newspaper, and he was seated on a small chair.

The worst part was the calm in his eyes. The look of expectance.

Of what?

“I’ve been waiting a long time.â€? He spoke with a faint Russian accent. When she didn’t answer, he kept speaking. “The trail you leave is very easy to follow.â€? He folded the paper on his lap, revealing how he’d sent her the message.
“Who are you? Why have you been following me since Moscow?â€? She asked.
“Ah, my dear. You have some information that only you can give…
“And what is that?” I asked terrified still, but not of the man but of the pin on his laple, of what he was here to represent.
The skull and the sword.
The Rakshana.
“I think you know what I want”
“But you can’t enter ther realms!It’s forbidden”
“But that is the only way to get the information that I desire.”
“Whitch is…?”
“You might as well know. The information that I desire is…