Starglow Basin that long black cloud is comin' down

The stranger was accommodating, to a point. Riddle clocked a gleam to the stranger's expression; either the starlight caught the eye, perhaps the tooth, either way he knew the look.

What'll it cost? He wasn't so trusting it bordered being a proper idiot, as personable as he could often be. Nothing in life was free — not anyone or anything.

Overhead one of the stars streaked by, but neither man was likely to see it.