It was tradition to hold the meetings of the Haunts here, and sometimes there was no reason to change that tradition. Perhaps partly because he could be slightly given to nostalgia, but mostly because it served to Sidor an excellent reminder of the price of service, and power.
The only reward for hard work was to work harder.
The only glory in power paved the path to madness, and an inglorious death on one's own church floor.
In this regard, there was little purpose behind the meeting other than to familiarise the two new Haunts with the Domain. Since this effectively meant that their numbers were doubled, and there was the faint possibility of family business being brought up, he had considered it prudent to call a meeting.
It was also quicker.
He waited in the rented room in the near derelict motel, the bustle of the Kine patrons far distant through the soundproof walls.
What else could really be expected in a place that rented its rooms by the hour?
The Ridge Motel
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