Hearing the sound of the shutter breaking, the baron snapped out of his thoughts and rushed to close the window and seal his room from the raging storm. It was not that he minded the trenchant wind filling his chambers, or the cold of the rain that hit on his flesh like a million tiny hammers, they were quite insignificant to his unearthly existence. What bothered him was the screaming sound of the tempest, which was greatly distracting him from planning all the intricate steps that where needed to achieve the goal at hand.
After he shut the casement, the sound limited significantly and apart from the hollow whistling coming from outside, the space acquired a more seclusive atmosphere. The baron stood still lost in his thoughts, as he was looking through the glass at the lightless fields around his keep. He was still slightly irritated, but it was not the sound this time, but something else. Something that was always there, always lurking in the back of his head. It was like an insatiable hunger forever howling inside his gut, or like an unquenchable thirst constantly scratching his throat. Surely, he could reduce it from time to time, but he knew very well that he could never get rid of it.
"My lord..." said a soft whisper coming from the door. The baron turned and looked at the speaker knowing full well that he would not she a thing. He knew that the speaker, his servant, was an invisible outlandish conjuring, a creature of shadow with no real subsistence in this world.
He only nodded and the servant replied, "your guests are in the reception hall for quite a while and etiquette requires for your presence...".
"Do they have the item?"the baron said eagerly.
"They do..." responded the shade with its colorless tone.
The Baron exhaled a fake breath and quickly opened the window with a mighty motion. His next words were cloaked as the storm violently burst inside the room. They must wait a bit longer".
"Where shall I say you went?" asked the creature.