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A hunt. A task. Fresh blood to spill. A shard to break. RUNNING. Pointed one said to wait. Here? Quiet. Smells in the distance. BLOOD.

The Butcher arrived at the location the Dark Seer had said would contain the broken body of a giant, marvelling as he did the sheer beauty of the area, such as the obsidian walls of the pathway. He trudged up to the top of the path, making sure no Radiant creeps spotted him, and that those who did were swiftly hooked, and silenced. He found the body of the giant, unsheathed his cleaver, and began his gristly task of dismembering the corpse

Naix had infested an innocent neutral creep as a way of ascending to the shard undetected. Every fibre of his being desired nothing more than to rend the entranced Centaur from within and drain his life, but urgings from his master, and the promise of more lives to steal, kept him in check. The Centaur lumbered towards the location instructed by Dark Seer, zoning in on a ward planted by a cliff. The dazed Centaur nudged the ward with an arm, waiting for the Dark Seer to respond.

Why?

"What sorta job are we talking about?" enquired the Butcher, staring at the dimunitive Dark Seer "Because if its somethin’ that’ll require stealth, count me out o’ it, and go talk to Slark"