LATE EVENING, THE WAYHOUSE
Five large torches, arranged to surround the house, burn brightly; signifying plague; warning all to stay away. None of the villagers are near. One of the torches burns less bright than the others, its energy dampened by the man standing near. Not a man though, but a devil, GATHAS has take the form of a man.
His clothes are the finest cut, though in the style of court from last season. His face is soft and friendly, though his teeth are more grey than ivory. ELOS has returned home from the constabulary. He gazes at Gathas from one of the wayhouse's many beautiful windows.
Gathas leans closely to the torch and lights a long cigarette of the finest Damqan tobacco. He notices the presence of Elos but does not look in his direction. "Come out into the fine evening air Elos. I can see you watching me, may as well be civil about it, good friend."