As the pagans were cashing some dues. The faithful were observing the ordinary. Meanwhile the wine being served by the godness that was being served by the godness that wore a gown with a hood.The table covered with some checked cloth and the fatidious godness couldn`t resist the temptation of being inhaled. Nonetheless the steps and the chains being heard outside the tavern were not scaring the faithful which and had the help of some witches and a dwarf.

The tavern had never been so calm until the day one of the saints returned home in the small hours and shocked the godness with a meal. All of the sudden the faithful couldn`t resist the liquour and the plates being appreciated by the creatures always surrounded by some sacred figures. One shouldn`t have glanced at the face of the godness and the other one should have indulged in another level of intimacy that wouldn`t have been achieved during the feast.

The music played was enticing and the faithful became to laugh at those who wouldn´t live in the way he had lived. The dwarf was growing and the tavern had begun to be under the rule of a strong desire of serving a faith that couldn`t have been foreseen by other creatures and this was relly bothering those who often despised the flavour of the drink served in the vase stained by the deadly saliva shared by those having fun on that day.

The moon lightening the hearts of the ones infected by the envy which would bring about the change. This one had been told by the godness and the creatures were dying as the immoral staples were nearly turning into a new creedence. Having been molested by another shake the wicked tavern had never experienced such a threat and the moody godness, who also ran the place, started to get a little hang up.

The creatures were certainly conceiving the form of reaction which would cause the return of the dwarf at last cursing the creedence which had ignored some that would ashame the tradition of the creatures never once tamed.