"The two moons, Azure and Pirus, had set leaving the world cloaked in the shroud of blackest night. The wind whispered down the street and the only light swung on it's hook with a creak. Soft footsteps heralded the arrival of a stanger to the town. Shivering with his arms folded to hold in warmth, he approached with slow measured steps and looked up into the only light in the darkness." Drawn with pencil and no refrence.