<em>The future is as of yet too mutable. In all likelihood? Some time within the next 24 hours, but nothing is all that certain.<br/><br/>No unusual thoughts pass through his mind, though the fact that some of them are not unusual may disturb him. The beating of the wife. The whipping of the child. The hard day's labor. The lustful gazes. The imaginations far too active for such cowards.<br/><br/>But then something shifts. A man enters, his entire body swathed in traveling leathers and cloak and gloves and boots. Not an inch of his skin can be seen. He moves with an easy, loose grace, but not even his eyes can be seen from within his black hood. And he can feel it. This will be the one to start things.</em>