The leaves of the trees dances and the dried leaves kept falling off. A dry breeze blew across the street to make it look like it was going to rain though it was winter season.
"Good evening sir..." Was her previous words, for she had greeted two men on her way in.
However, as for this third person, she refused to say a word, because her classmates during their years of study had known this person to be a bad omen, especially when you greet him and he responds: they felt it was better to avoid greeting him or saying a word to him unless he was the one to speak first.
He goes by the name Bilbo Venom. He was very old and now walks a little more bent over than he did the time she last saw him. His beard was long and white, reaching his waist, the hairs of his skin stood like that of a di
