Grim Views

    The flickering lights of the Deeprun Tram afforded Cathagdeme little warning.  A gauntleted hand reached from a dark recess in the station and firmly gripped the dwarf’s throat, dragging him into the unlit corner.  Before Cathagdeme could utter a scream, the flat of a knife’s blade was pressed against his windpipe and threatened to move upward through his squared jaw.  Shoved to the wall, he whimpered before a towering shadow now clutching the dwarf’s topknot in a fist of steel.

    “Don’t move. Don’t make sound,â€

"Khorvis?  Yes, that one has been busy."  The battlemaster recounted for Mohan the same report the orc warrior had given him days before.  "Legitimate, as our records are concerned."

The hunter nodded in approval.  "You have my thanks, Battlemaster.  I have a feeling you will see much more from this orc."