A crow cautiously hops along a long branch moving towards a figure hanging from the same branch. Dropping from the branch to the shoulder of the small form the crow tentatively pecks at it's ear.
The figure jerks and falls into the arms of a lithe elven figure, the rope holding it cut from the tree. Lowering the figure, a hin, to the ground, Caldor carefully inspects the fatally wounded halfling.
Removing a piece of parchment from the hin's mouth Caldor tosses the body over his shoulder muttering, "There may be hope for you yet small one..."
As he tracks back to the city Caldor opens the note carefully reading the following...
"Walk with hate, spread fear and embrace power. I am Black Dog Prophet."
Folding the note again he continues his travel back to town and to leave the body of the hin in the care of his church for better or worse.
The figure jerks and falls into the arms of a lithe elven figure, the rope holding it cut from the tree. Lowering the figure, a hin, to the ground, Caldor carefully inspects the fatally wounded halfling.
Removing a piece of parchment from the hin's mouth Caldor tosses the body over his shoulder muttering, "There may be hope for you yet small one..."
As he tracks back to the city Caldor opens the note carefully reading the following...
"Walk with hate, spread fear and embrace power. I am Black Dog Prophet."
Folding the note again he continues his travel back to town and to leave the body of the hin in the care of his church for better or worse.
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