Thayalengir

The farm was falling to ashes now, as they rode to another contract Dreothorn was suffering a strong pain on his leg caused by a massive fall. Thayalengir didn't slowed the pace, and that made Dreothorn glad. None would feel sorry for his situacion or treat him like a weakling just because of his leg, or else they would get a halberd stuck in their heads.

"The last contract of the day." Said Thayalengir as he prepared his arrows.

"Not last, we got another one after this. Not for payment but for knowledge."

They could see the dawn over the White Mountains as they dismounted their horses in front of the old farm, it must had been 20 or 30 years old since the wood was rotting and the lands around appear to be overgrazed. The stairs creaked and threatened to break as they were walking over them and the door's knob broke as they closed it.

"This is insane."

"No, this is our work Thay."

Those were the last words Dreothorn said before killing that man cold blooded. Describing it would be unnecessary since most of them were the same: A strong strike to the ribs with his halberd. Most of the time he did the killing meanwhile Thayalengir tied the people or knocked them unconcious if necessary.

"We should kill the family too..." Said Dreothorn while looking with those empty green eyes of his at the terrified family.

Puff... a thud resounded through all the caves, and then the sound of the lash...

"Work isn't over yet! Faster!" yelled that frightening voice, the man dressed in orange sat above all, watching his minions work with those brown eyes that inspired hate and revulsion.