Maredrauga held the screen door open as he swung the backdoor closed behind him. He couldn't help but squint at the fluorescent porch light that was mounted next to the door that groaned shut. The light was more than just a annoyance to his eyes, it was a reminder of danger. One hand shielded his sensitive eyes, while the other deftly unscrewed the bulb, plunging the back porch to a darker state.
Maredrauga walked across the porch, as a old board whined softly beneath his soft foot step. As he moved to lean up against the white-wooden railing, his hand fumbled around in his pocket for his pack of reds and a lighter. He figured a smoke, or two, would be a good way to pass time while he waited for Sam Hain.
His eyes closed as he struck the lighter and puffed on the filter. Even the soft orange glow was more light then he cared for, but he considered it a baby step against his fear and it helped ease his nerves. Tucking the lighter and pack back into his pocket, he took a long drag off of the cigarette.
Where to begin...
Maredrauga considered the question for a moment, but knew it would ultimately come down to a agreement...