Re: log: dietre a. & daniel w.
Daniel paused at the door, his hand on the frame, and cast his eyes backward. "Very good, a better instrument, better sound." He paused, and something like concern flickered over his face as he looked out into the darkness that awaited him, and likewise the glow of town that did the same. He looked back at Dietre. "As long as it is not too far from town. I do not go very far from town."
He seemed to argue about that with himself as he mentioned it, and then nodded (to himself). "But it is not so far. If the instrument is not in good condition, then send someone to tune it. It must not be out of tune, it will sound worse than the chiming electric thing. You may send along the bill to me." As if someone was going to write down the charge with a quill pen and send it by post to some man of business in a marble-clad bank.
"Delighted to make your acquaintance, Dietre." Again with the German pronunciation. He buttoned his coat. "Until we meet again." He nodded more definitively a last time, and stepped down from the tiny house before vanishing out again into the darkness; with perhaps slightly unnatural speed.