A Death in the Village
A shout from the street, and quick footsteps across cobblestones. A crash of rolling bottles, and snarls in the darkness. “What are you doing? Don’t you see? I’m the only one who…”
Heavy sets of claws click faster across the square, before springing into a moment’s silence, and bringing something down with a wet and leaden thud.
The Mayor is dead.
Chivalrybean:
Well $#!^.