Before Derrix could agree to getting his meat back, the midget swallowed it. A few thoughts popped into the golden eyed man’s mind as the fuss around the cave began to swell, but a short exhale and a cold thought reminded him he wasn’t in Charlin, allowing both a gut twisted homesickness nauseate him as well as a solid pit of disappointment.

	With stiff straining joints the man lifted himself back to his feet. He crossed his round arms as he examined everyone around the fire, including the newest thief that had snuck in to join the midget in robbing him of his kill. 

	His eyes flickered over to the mouth of the cave, where the rain glimmered like falling silver across it’s mouth. The man took quick strides out of the cave, while drenched in his own thoughts. In a few moment he reappeared by the glow of the fire, and in the cloud of smoke that started to pollute the upper atmosphere of the cave, in his hand was his ashen colored sword, it’s razor edge catching the red reflection of the fire, giving it a dastardly image.

	He rose a brow as he looked over the midget, and then the new thief, then back at the others. He bit his lower lip and shook his scarred head slowly, as if punctuating his thoughts. 

	His powerful shoulder snapped back and swung forward, heaving the blade in a flash through the air, cutting the wind with a whistle. A bone snapped loudly and the sound of flesh ripping overtook the whistle of the blade as the ashen sword severed the corpse of the pig directly down the middle, splashing crimson across the surrounding green clovers. 

	With a satisfied yank, Derrix snatched the lower half of the animal by the tail and lifted it chest level. He examined the cut as he lowered his other hand that held the blade. 

	He looked over at the midget and nodded, a satirical smile of respect bowing his lips, “from honor I gift this pig’s ass, to it’s equal, an ass of a pig.”

	He leaned over and dropped the bloody rump onto the dwarf’s lap before nodding to the rest of the cavern crew, “and I leave the head to all others.”

	Derrix wiped his ashen blade of it’s scarlet stain from the pig on his tunic before flipping it over in his hand. His serious lips turned straight once more as he turned and made his way back out into the rain, but not before snatching his bow that was propped up against the wall of the mouth.