[Captain Grishnahk]

Grishnahk stayed in the shadows of the inn as he slipped around back. The few windows that he saw led into the large dinning room instead of the kitchen. Finally, after going a few more yards, the window his eyes peeked into saw a person chopping up meat. The blood all over the cook made the hungry Captain lick his lips and scratch his palms. The cook's back was to the window, so Grishnahk could see if there was any door leading from the back into the kitchen. He spotted the door that led out to the smoke house. He spat when he heard a voice inside announcing his presence, he would have his revenge whenever he was himself again. Finally making it to the door that was placed in the sunlight, Grishnahk paused for a few seconds, he needed to be as stealthy as possible to get some meat, his stomach was empty, and he would not last much longer without some meat, fresh or rotten.

The sunlight caused him to go faster than he normally would, his skin was burning and his mind unclear. He opened the door that made no noise whatsoever, he smiled as he hurried and entered before he fainted. Slowly turning the nob and closing the door, he squated down close to the floor, he then slipped under a table. The meat was swinging above another table a few feet away, and it called to him. He bit his lip until blood ran. The butcher would leave soon he hoped. If not, he would have to grab some and run. But he thought harder; that undeniably would bring his death about more quickly.

Blood dripped from the meat, it nearly drove him mad...