Behind a big rock in the middle of a field

It was late in a moonless night. Nyessos had ridden away from his entourage with the excuse of taking his pet, Sutter, a blind mute deaf bearded dwarf with his cock chopped off, for a walk. But in fact he had scheduled a meeting of great importance.

He had leashed Sutter to a bush nearby and now sat on the ground, of course upon a velvet handkerchief not to soil his expensive linen garb, meditating, waiting for the Burned Rider's emissary.