In the middle of a low traffic dirt road two human men panted from a freshly finished battle. The man on the ground was bleeding out, soon to die from his wounds, staring up at his assailant, a short little man that had certainly earned the trophy he had taken from his fallen opponent. A golden idol of a crowned catfolk male with a ring of onyx gems encircling its neck.<br/><br/>"Tell me where you found this nifty little trinket and i'll help you.  Continue fighting, and I will let you bleed to death."<br/><br/>The man sighed and lowered his head in defeat. He coughed up a little blood and raised his eyes again. "An abandoned village, deep in the forest between here and the sea." He points into the distance.  The direction of the sea as the crow flies, but far off the paths of constructed roads and safety.<br/><br/>The short man smiled and raised his sword. "This shall end your suffering."<br/>----<br/><br/>Little did the two men know, there was a third party hearing their conversation.