As Druko watched the girl sleeping on the sofa, he realized the fragility that she encompassed in her features, and how that could draw a lot of attention from malicious vigilances. After all, nothing was more historic than the human tendency to corrupt nature's most wonderful signs of innocence.

He stood up to put the book on its side shelf, and then he returned to face the unconscious countenance once again.

"Weak," he told himself in his analytical mind. "Weak and small creatures."

He could not feel sympathy for those who blindly accepted their own destinies, nor even hatred. He had great difficulty being seduced by any human emotions or any feeling in his own heart. Perhaps, therefore, he had a significant appreciation for manipulating those brains enslaved by their instincts. Neither for good nor evil.

His walk led him to seek his way out of his house, giving his guest a last glimpse before leaving the residence.

Outside, surrounded by the night breezes that the gigantic desert moon provided him, Druko - with his arms crossed - contemplated the most distant nightlife from the sands of his yard with sporadic torches still burning in some homes among the trees, or even small movements of still-awake animals that Verozys cultivated in private stables.

He did not stop so far from the entrance to his property, not to leave his guest unprotected. However, there, he would find a more suitable stage for a visitor who he often waited at that point, just at that time.

The sound of footsteps in the sand was already reaching his ears, even though his vision did not turn from the nightlife he visualized.

Druko received an energic pat on the back from the darkness, since a short, muscular verozean man announced his arrival from the side.

"One more?" asked the newcomer's confident voice.

"One more," said Druko, turning his face to find who he was waiting for.

The muscular verozean had stronger features, light and yellow eyes, dark purple dreads with three horns adorning them, besides wearing more exhibitionist clothes without hiding the great naked chest that he proudly sported.

A flirtatious smile remained on his face.

"You don't change, little brother," resting his hands on his waist, the newcomer commented. "Verozys has always been filthy and obscene. There is nothing that can be done about it."

Druko did not reply to his brother, and his only reaction was to snub him and to turn his golden gaze to the nightlife farther away.