Holland gazed at the mine tunnels, which had become empty and desolate in a matter of moments. In the distance, the few entrances emitting an eerie, pale glow stared into the darkness like silent eyes. He let out a sharp whistle, shattering the stagnant silence.
"Look at this spectacle!"
He rubbed his hands together. Far from being nervous, his brown eyes glinted with eagerness.
"They cleared the place out faster than a tavern at closing time! This so-called 'Dark Moon Gathering' sure has some style."
He turned, a curious and coaxing smile on his face, and sidled up to Roland, lowering his voice.
"Hey, Rudolph! Don't you happen to have that 'ticket' in your pocket, courtesy of a friendly sponsorship from Mr. 'Viper'?"
He pointed to the spot where Roland had stashed the black card with its silver stamping, then jutted his chin toward the pale halos of light.
