The Silabunton Feast - Part 3

But Lerion’s night did not remain quiet. A knock stirred him. Opening his door,

he found a young woman, pale and gentle, speaking with soft urgency.

She begged his help to search for something lost beyond the edge of town. Her voice was calm,

almost too calm, but her eyes pleaded. Philly spotted them in the hallway. His smirk said all—mockery,

teasing, the wordless assumption of lust. He offered no question, no warning,

just a grin. Lerion followed the woman into the cold night. He never returned.

By morning, their number was two. Philly himself had not slept.

He had wandered past a door ajar, curiosity dragging his gaze inside. What he saw chained