"What have they done to you?"
More trouble stirred as Dreav went to visit his only relative at a dig site in the eastern caves.
Arriving he found nothing but the bodies of the dead, including his own brother.
Standing over him, his eyes glanced the wounds that had dealt the fatal stroke. Two holes in his neck, still stained with dried blood.
He drew his bow and looked around the cavern, scanning it's darkened alcoves. The shack further up the cave still had a lantern on, and there was a moving shadow in it's light. a figure appeared in the doorway and scraped a clawed hand upon the wooden frame, a smirk on it's crimson lips. It beckoned him onward.
"... for this you will pay most dearly."