"I was walking down a winding path, through the thickness of the woods, when out from the treescape came a man, of a mature age. His face, caked in sweat and dotted in dirt, was of urgency. He pleaded to me and unwound for me the events which had brought him before me at this moment. A child, his precious one, had been with him as they traveled, but had slipped from his sight at a moment that he was not sure of. He had followed the traces of his gem to a cavern not far away, only to hear a source of immense roaring and aggressive howling. He beckoned to me with haste, for my hand in helping to return to this cavern, the homestead of some forest creature, in order to save what he adores more than coin, drink or warmth. His manners showed him to be nervous, and indeed he was, I do still believe. As I made passage through, with wits about me, to the painting of which he was the artist of, I instead did not find his jewel, at least not in the prescribed situation. Instead the boy was at the mouth of this cavern, beside a gathering of men and a woman. Before my senses could realign I felt the touch of bluntness and forest on the back of my skull.

I woke again some time later, to my head splitting and dizziness bringing my stomach to churn. My skin feeling the chill of rock as my cloaks had been taken from me, leaving me only my most intimate of cloths. When my eyes adjusted from the whirling lights, my mind had created, I could see the boy among some men and the woman, pillaging through my properties and removing my trinkets and weapons, spilling them to the floor and their voices growing shrill with excitement from the gold and silver for which I had been with. Two men closer to my self were beside a small fire, of which they tended the life of, growing it. While they did their labor I could hear them discussing, in a most calm and normal manner, about what spices might be most desirable to mix with my succulent elven flesh. I waited my moments, feeling my muscles come back to my authority, and focusing on bringing my skewed mind back to my side. I stood with all the strength I had to muster, and as I did, my grip tightened on the rocky earth, on which I had been laid. As I stood to my height, still smaller than the two, they turned towards me, granting me their attention. Their faces like that of smug swines, smiling at the meal as it is brought to the trough, were divided, as the first man felt my fist, and the sturdy rock for which I had gripped into it, the rock which my palm had rested upon as my fate lay out of my hands. The second man had only the time to gain the acknowledgement of the others as they turned to bear witness to the loss of his eyes and his jaw bone as I altered his face, feeling the fury in my soul, betrayed by ones I thought to help. I was the fool for coming, but they are the fools for keeping me. The audience broke up as the men came for me, and the woman's face developed a stern scowl, which not only reflected her anger and dismay, but the fear she had found in bringing me in. The boy is the only one who ran, and was the only one, to the best of my knowledge, who will be left to tidy their cavern.

More than the betrayal, and the intentions to prey upon and curse those with generosity in their hearts, it is their faces and bodies that bother me. Well fed and happy folks were these monsters who lived as savages. I have met many of those souls who hold virtue in their hearts but know only of suffering. Over these decades I witness this more and more, and as time grows, my impatience does. Perhaps, living as a family as they were, with one anothers' best intentions in mind, they found their own form of goodness, that did not extend itself to anyone beyond them. The way the last man had regained his footing and bearings to try and stop my last blows upon that wretch and her cranium, truly his spirit was in his action, though clearly he was far too incompetent to stop me, doubly so as pieces of his cheek and collarbone had already decorated my skin when he returned for my wrath. I wish to speak with my teacher."