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	Lunearo held his chin in thought. What the man said disturbed him. If he was right, then that made things all the harder.
	[color=39b54a]"If I'm correct, and gods hope I'm not, it could be a low class of demon. All necromancers come across them eventually, being one of the few ways they can enter our realm. Demons love taking prisoners and are incredibly powerful, but what disturbs me greatly is if it is, wargs wouldn't even be in that forest unless the demon has control over them. Most animals, no matter how viscous, know when and otherworldly presence is around. It scares them off to other territories. But it wouldn't have let those men escape, if it is low in the infernal ranks."[/color] He continued to think, but finding no explanation suitable to the description, however vague, he simply came to the only conclusion possible. He whistled and one raven perched on hi new staff. He spoke in an ancient tongue no living race speaks by nature, unless they knew spirits. The raven nodded and spoke in the language back in conformation.
	After the  bird left, he turned back to the ranger and champion. [color=39b54a]"I have no accurate conclusion of what we face boy, but be certain that it isn't what you would call natural. The spirits in the ravens know nothing as well, but they said they could keep an eye out at night, when such a creature is more likely to be active and visible. All evil creature s love the night's shade, but it does not love them back. I would know..."[/color] He looked into a merchants stall and saw a shield. He seemed lost in thought, remembering the day the night did betray him.

	[i][color=39b54a]the birds had left the forest as soon as they saw him coming. He knew he was going to punish the wicked, like the demons of hell, tormenting those foolish enough to have fallen for their tricks during their pitiful and pathetic lives. The only thing people were good for were soldiers, traders, and slaves. He learned that long ago. He saw the light of fire up ahead, signaling his prey was close. The Noble was going to suffer at his hands.
	He watched the camp for what felt like hours planning his attack with the utmost consideration. Guard rotations, watch patrols, everything was mapped in detail. He saw something quite interesting, the noble's tent had one just like it to the side, but it was one that no one entered but the noble, yet only for a few minutes before exiting. He found it curious.
	He moved around the camp to a vantage point in which he could hear and see the shadows of who was in the tent. He was surprised to see there was a child in there, a girl. He didn't know why she was there, but it made him uneasy. He never had to deal with children before. But she was nothing but something else to eliminate. If he let her live, she would come back. Better to kill her now rather than wait.
	He was about to go back to his original position when he heard rustling behind him. He turned to see a man with a bow trained on him. He was about to lung when something hard struck his head. The pain shot through him like fire, and then all turned black...[/color][/i]