theft

"What is he here for, starving? This poor bastard looks like he hasn't even laid eyes on a crumb in weeks, let alone eaten one." The wretched heat that baked the city of Dornoch with the fury of a particularly harsh summer sank through the shoddy walls of the makeshift jailhouse that Alyxander...

"You're horrible, ya know that Selina?" "Shut up!" "I mean, what did they do to deserve this?" "Shut up!" "And now look at us... We're running through the fricken woods being chased by a bunch of meat heads?!" "I said shut up!" Selina jumped over a log as she bolted headlong through the forest...

A man strung up by his feet, hanging upside down from a tree by a rope. Two more slain on the ground, their shoddy leather armor torn to shreds and claw marks raking their flesh. An owl hooting in the forest night. And the small chest on the ground. Its top cracked open slightly. A golden light...