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~A dark figure stalks into the forest coming from the necktie it's weathered beaten cloaked caked with mud at the bottom and dried blood on their well worn Ornate boots. The dying light of dusk gleams off an ax tucked into it's belt as a soft wind blows the cloak slightly. Quickly the figure moves through the forest seeming to pick up sticks and boughs into to bundles, glances around making sure not to be followed before heading deeper in. An Elven hunter grins seeing the figure crossing the bridge and silent approach's. Stealthy the Hunter draws his sword as he sneaks closer to the figure but lose's sight for a split second along enough for the figure to circle back. A twig cracks as the Hunter turns to look his last sight is of the figures face and the glint of the ax that released his soul into Cherga's cold embrace. The figure kneels down and cleans the blood off the ax using the Hunters cloak before slipping it back into the belt. Searching the body the figure removes the coins from the remains before return to it's task of going deeper into the forest.~