On a cold night in late January, Malric and his band of friends make their way twards the welcome lights of the Travelers End Inn in Lockfall. Plateau seeing the warmth that awaits sprints ahead.
Out of the gloom leaps a shaggy figure, its rust pitted sword reflecting moonlight and dripping with moisture Malric not wanting to think what it is. Before any can react,an arrow zings past Malric and Plateau's ears. A feather shaft protrudes from the forehead of the Gralk. Malric spins around to see Chaani standing with her bow propped between her feet with a smile on her face.
"Think you two should try to be a little more careful here, alot of evil things creeping in the woods the last few nights. I would say that Grawlk was searching for something, but that is just my opinion."
Malric turns back twards Plateau and points at the mass of hair and flesh laying not four feet from his brother's feet. "What is that vile creature," Malric asks and turns back twards Chaani, but like always she has slipped back into the night and out of site.
With a sigh of a long time reaccuring situation, Malric turns back to Plateau, "Seach the body bro, as bad off on coin as we are, we can't be picky."
With a grunt of disgust, Plateau begins to look for some sort of money pouch on the foul smelling creature. He comes up smiling with a small leather bag and bulges with promise."Lets head to the inn and see what we got!" he exclaims and begins trotting off in the direction of the warm lights down the road twards town.
Malric stops near the beast Chaani had slain, and gives it a poke with his foot."A grawlk?" he says half under his breath. With a shiver and one last poke with his foot, he heads off in the dirction his younger brother had gone. What could have brought such a horrible creature to this part of the woods, he thought to himself. With an inside shrug he picks up the pace to close the distance his loafing had created, and reaches Plateau's side just before the town gates.