"In every abyss, there is light."

Example Text: Across the street at the apothecary, a young man named Felix was tending to the shop. The bell rang up at the counter and he placed the vial he'd been inspecting away. As he entered the front area with a bit of irritation at the unexpected customer, a vague sense of unease welled up inside his stomach. The person who had rang the bell was standing at the counter with a scowl written across her face. She was the impatient type, he knew the kind. The same sort of person that expected them to have every remedy for even the most mundane ailments, and when they didn't they expected Felix and his master to produce the medicine in less time then it would take him to even find the ingredients.

With a reluctant sigh he approached the woman. "Yea? What can I do for you?" He said, ready to trade her irritation for irritation. Suddenly, the woman smoothed her face, all traces of irritation vanished. The unexpected change caught him off guard, something she noticed, bringing a smile to her face. "I need to make a purchase. Is your master in?" she said in the most honeyed of tones.The reversal did nothing to calm his nerves. Instead he crossed his arms and frowned. "He's busy in the back. I can handle whatever you need." The woman leaned forward a bit, something both dangerous and sultry in her eyes. "When I need a... boy. I will come for you, in the meantime, be a dear and fetch your master."