Will hadn't been lying. The next day he had a visitor, a man dressed in a clean blue suit, he smelled of cigarettes and grapes, an odd combination but it suited him in a way. he looked to be a bit older, his well-manicured hair was indented with a few grey hairs here and there, his, hands were covered with scars, burn marks, I couldn't see his face well, just the outline and even then I saw the strong lines of age on them.

The Jailor who had let him in pointed towards Will's cell and then walked away leaving them alone, they weren't necessarily alone I was there and...