CLAUDE SIMMONS
I entered the building and found myself with the man who had opened the door. He was short, chubby, and balding. I guess the movies definitely got it wrong when it comes to them, I thought to myself. I managed to surpress the chortle that was threatening to escape my lips. "Well, what do you want?" he asked. His pale skin was a direct contrast to his dark eyes, which already looked uninterested in anything that I had to say. "I want to speak to your master, your Lord," I told him. He smirked, "Yes, but why on earth would he want to speak to you?" he replied sarcastically. I kept my composure. "I have some information for him, information that I am certain he will want," I told him. He sighed. "Wait here and don't touch anything," he said as he disappeared through a door at
