"Right," the other four say, moving in swiftly to surround the Stag Lord, and engage him from all sides. "Bastards! Whores! I'll gut you all!" the fearsome man bellows, shoving Talia away with his bow, then drawing his blade. "I'll make you all regret facing me!"<br/><br/>As he rounds the corner, covering the main hallway, he sees a lone man, walking towards him; a rail-thin man, dressed in black, leather armor, with numerous tattoos, and a malicious grin on his face. "Oh, what's this? A little lizard, come to play? Your skull will make a fine trophy, I think," he said, his long, thin blade in hand, a wild look in his eyes as he saunters forward, drawing the blade across his tongue, drawing his own blood. "I'll make your pain<em>exquisite!</em>"