One Hundred and Sixteen: Who is Knocking at My Window

The man in black stood atop the bell tower with his arms crossed, gazing down upon the city below. On the distant horizon, the sun had just leapt forth, completely dispelling the darkness that shrouded the land.

"Look at these foolish mortals," he sneered while watching the people on the streets.

"Yes, foolish mortals," the parrot on his shoulder imitated.

"Boss, stop blowing cold air up there, come down for some grub," a subordinate below called out.

So the man descended from the top of the bell tower, sat down at the small round table, and frowned at the bowl of insects: "Have our funds run low recently?"

"Yeah, we were planning to rob a merchant caravan, but someone beat us to it, so we're stuck with empty stomachs," the half-human said while serving a small bowl of insects to his boss: "Eat up, boss. In my homeland, these insects would cost you some gold."

"That's your homeland, not mine," the man in black retorted, but he couldn't help accepting the bowl.