His name was Nicholas, but mostly he was called the Bonecarver. A long haired young man in patched white clothes and a brown cloak. Beneath his hood were vivid, hypnotic, blue eyes.<br/><br/>He sat on the wide branch of a tree, a stylus in one hand, a human skull in the other. One  of many victims. The single room hovel in the bowl of the tree was littered with etched bones. No one else ever seemed to like his art.