Kithor
Bones was tired of this rat's excuses. He was asked to get money from a gamble, money that was no longer in this coward's possession. As he stood in the dark alleyway, with a death-stare that the devil himself would shiver, the nobleman, whose name the mad surgeon forgot, was baling his heart out while saying he'll make it up to his mate. The sounds of the festival were loud and inviting, but seeing how if he got anywhere near the main street, he'd be on a one way ticket to hell in first class, that wasn't an option. He looked at the man, then towards the moon.
"Ye' know...I don't give two whale eyes about 'you'll hav' 'is money', 'cause he wants it now. And if ya' ain't got it with ya'...well..." he pulled out his knife with that last word. The man's eyes grew wide with horror. "No sir! I beg of you! Please! Just more time! That's all I need! Please! I don't want to die! My brother will take everything, and then were will my family be?!" His pleading did not phase the Ghaul, only enticed him to have some fun with this one.
"Who's been sayin' I'm gonna kill ya'?" he said with a cruel grin. His one eye bored into the man, almost as if piecing his soul. "Thank you sir! Thank you! May god bl-AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!" He looked down at his hand, bloodied with a knife holding it in the dirt. "You said you wouldn't kill me!" Bones walked up slowly to the man, cracking his knuckles.
"No, but I'll beat ya' within an inch of yer' pitiful life. He he he ha ha HA HAHAH AHAHAHAHAHHAHA!" The screams were drowned out by the howls of fun of the festival.