Sleepy Fox Hollow damn the dark, damn the light

The bare minimum was just enough. Clarence did not attempt to deal a final blow; perhaps he knew it’d be a waste of precious energy. He slipped off the Deorwine, stumbled back, fell to the earth. Cenric watched him drown in his own blood. I appreciated your help, Clarence, he said as the final breath left his lungs.

And just like that, his soul leaves the earth. It’s second life Cenric has taken. Him and his wretched uncle. Perhaps the two would find eachother in the afterlife and bond over their shared fate and hatred of the King. As long as the conversation was out of the living’s earshot, he did not care how ill they spoke of him.

Cenric slowly approached the body, grabbed it by the scruff, and dragged it into the water. If anyone came across the grotesque scene, his scent wouldn’t be present. After washing as much blood from his coat as he could, Cenric made a quiet exit.

Another problem solved.