It had been only two weeks since she escaped from the city of Far.  Nani had managed to have squirrelled away enough trinkets picked from the house of Daemon to buy passage onto a trade caravan to the nearby town of Twin Forks.  Fortunately her caravan was well protected and the trip was unusually uneventful.  Though Twin Forks was not very distant from the large city of Far, the attacks by Feyr and the Cursed on any and all travellers provided some safety of her being followed.  She knew she was going to be.  Daemon would not give up his prize so easily and a chill ran down Nani's spine as she thought of Malegor, Daemon's cheif bodyguard.  He was reknowned as an expert assassin and his methods were both cruel and brutal.<br/><br/>For the past several days she had returned to her old ways of thieving for her living.  The pickings were much slimmer here and the constant demand for the food and resources produced by Far strained the inhabitants of the town.  Though under Daemon she lived in luxury, she was really nothing more then a sex slave and she would rather steal for a meager meal and a hard bed then return to that life.<br/><br/>Twin Forks and its farms encompassed a wide range, as the entire area was fortified by a series of wooden pallisades while the town also had a low, stone wall for protection.  The open spaces of the farmlands proved too tempting for Cursed creatures to hunt female prey and the town would come under attack from time to time by Feyr forces in an attempt to starve the city of Far.  A large barracks and many able bodied warriors took residence in the town.   The vile creatures have mostly been kept at bay and a Feyr army hasn't been seen in decades though smaller raiding parities of Feyr, mostly orcs, keep their presence known.  At the moment, the town has a much larger problem.<br/><br/>The 'Moonbeast' it has been called.   A Cursed creature described as a living pillar of tentacles, mouths and appendages that appears only at nights and only when there is clear moonlight.  Where it came from or how it arrives is unknown, all that is known is that it can take several victims in a single night.  Any warrior or even groups of warriors who have stood their ground have failed and fallen as victim or been killed.  At night the people have taken to locking themselves in their homes, barracading their doors.  Even the patrols of soldiers only go out in groups of six or more now, but fear has caused them to become lax in their duties.  An entire farming family was victimized some nights ago and their bodies weren't discovered until the day before today.  The men killed and the women ravished and drained, they still lie in the healer's beds to recover.<br/><br/>It is night now, despite Nani's fears she is out on the outskirts of town.  It seems her activites have come to the attention of a local thieves guild, The Chorus.  She had bested some of their thugs on previous occasions but she could not evade them forever.  There was no place else for her to go, it was either make peace with the guild, that is by joining them, or have her recently earned freedom end quickly.  Either by knife or getting herself thrown in a dungeon by the local authorities, to which the guild conveniently<br/>had some 'friends'.<br/><br/>So here she was.  Outside a modest manor owned by one of the more powerful farmers and tradesman of the town.  He even could afford his own bodyguards for him and his family.  It seems one of his men had caught and beaten up a member of the guild trying to pick his pocket three days ago.  In retaliation, you were told to kill the man, Gregor.  He should be one of the guards here.   If she could do that, she was told, and perhaps take a few 'souvenirs' of value from the manor, she would be a member of the Chorus and her troubles would be over.