[The Wolf of Bez]

"Do not try and look at behind you or will surely die" a voice ripped through the silence as the young dwarf awoke suspended from a tree by his feet. A puddle of blood being supplied by his own dripping life was the first image that his eye's took in after his rude awakening. "You are covered with cuts, you made the mistake of trying to take "my" money, do not speak I don't care...you scream, you die, you start to cry, you die." the voice called out. "luckily for you my good dwarf, I am questioning my own mortality, quite like yo-DO NOT TRY AND LOOK AT ME!" the heat of another fresh cut cleared the dwarfs mind, he wanted to scream but he did not want to die. There was a long pause before the torturers voice started back up. "So this is all i'm living for....the thrill of the kill, the blood, the on going question of if i am prey or the hunter". "And you...the subject of my mortal question, all because of a stupid decision you tried to make, prehaps this will be eye opening to you, as i hope it will be for me." Footsteps fell behind the dwarf stalking towards him, "I don't..want to die" the dwarf's worded came out slightly louder than a breath, and the steps stopped. "I don't think I want to kill you. instead I think I'll leave you with a reminder...and a story to tell." The sound of steel being drawn ripped through the night and then a scream as a small dagger was stabbed into the back of his shoulder "A reminder" the dark voice breathed. Then with a cut through the rope and the thud of the dwarf hitting the ground the voice called out from the tree line "A Story!"