The Motel chosen for the Haunts to meet in sits at the edge of the Barrens, a run down, sprawling place with peeling paint and neon signs that spark and flicker. The parking lot is mostly empty, and some of the lights are out, giving the whole scene an eerie cast.
Three rooms upstairs have been booked for some privacy.
Sidor waited outside, watching for the Domain's Haunts. His shadowed face looked gaunt in the harsh, neon-bright glow of the bulbs. The others should be here soon, and they had important business to discuss. The current state of affairs could not continue.
Idly, he considered whether Dirge would crawl out of her cowardly little hole to make an appearance. If she did, she would likely cause a scene. Well, let her. She would only succeed in looking more insane than she already did.