A little while ago, the trash had needed to go out. It still tickled him that Mark called it rubbish for no real reason. Heâ€™d offered to take it because it was the end of his shift and there were things he needed to do. Like find some new suckers for his poker game. There had been people in and out back there all day too, but Ender didnâ€™t know what could be so interesting. Nothing had ever happened back there his whole year and a half â€˜workingâ€™ the pub front at the other end of the block. Nothing particularly interesting anyway. He supposed it could just be he hadnâ€™t noticed. And earlier, heâ€™d been crouched down with his nose pressed up against grimy glass to try to get some hint of what was going on. But heâ€™d given that up quickly enough and was now very torn between going inside and satisfying his curiosity or staying put and waiting.<br/><br/>It couldnâ€™t be said that Ender watched the happenings. All he could see were indistinctly milky shadows and the flickering of fire. But he stayed firmly outside, skirt riding up around his knees as one foot rested on the rough wall behind him. He might have been curious, but he wasnâ€™t stupid. Curiosity got him this far alive, but stupidity would get him killed. And Ender liked being alive very much thank you. The voices were interesting, he didnâ€™t understand really, but knew that there were people arguing. It did sound like there were an awful lot of voices down thereâ€¦ and the prickling of his skin had drawn him here. Only now it was that same thing that made him wary of going inside.<br/><br/>And power. Power like heâ€™d never known, not even that one time heâ€™d accidentally summoned a rather nasty demon. Well, he hadnâ€™t done it personallyâ€¦ that would have been foolish. Heâ€™d gotten someone else to do it. Be nice if he could get someone to stand out here for him. It was raining. Againâ€¦ Enderâ€™d swear it had never stopped raining since heâ€™d been here.