A week after Alec and the adepts had departed, two figures approached the small town of Kanis. A young man, appearing to be in his late teen's was using a pitch black staff, that seemed to be chained to his body, as a support. Next to him trotted what would be considered a large dog if it wasn't for its sharp, distinct head and stunningly golden eyes, the tale tail signs of a dire wolf.

This was Mors and his newest companion, Runt. They had travelled for four days none stop to get to this point as Mors was hoping that, if he managed to get close enough to the Pathfinders, Runt could capture their scent making it easier to find them when he had regained his strength. However, he was only just able to walk and doing so had slowed his healing significantly, causing him to become frustrated. -"Why the hell am I healing so slow... what is wrong with my body?"

As Mors was using Morrigan as a crutch, he decided to hide its blades and spike on his body which resulted in the chained like appearance. He did this as walking around with a scythe was certain to draw the wrong kind of attention, as already proven by the few people he passed on the road immediately fleeing.

The surrounding area was a low cropped, hilly grasslands with a few grey boulders sticking out making it seem desolate and abandoned causing Mors to wonder why they would ever build a town here.

Suddenly Mors stopped as he remembered something. "My cloak... left it when I... tactfully pulled back." Mors began to frown. "I need to hide my horns and tail... I doubt people will be friendly to demons and news in a small town would spread quickly."

Scanning the horizon, Mors let out a wicked smile as he spotted a caravan of merchants heading towards him and the pass he had emerged from. "Your cloak or your lives sounds pretty pathetic, but I don't want to open up any of the wounds from unnecessary fighting."

As he approached the caravan, Mors watched as it exploded in activity and the guards moved to the front before stopping the procession. "God I want to let loose, the feeling of tearing those humans to pieces was so... immense... I wonder if Claire would join me on another 'hunt'? It was so much fun with another person, and her laughter was the perfect accompaniment to their screams of despair. Like they said in my old world, you can't have manslaughter without laughter."

Feeling the sudden spike in Mors blood-lust, Runt excitedly let out a low growl. -"Finally, I have been taken on a hunt! I knew joining this creatures pack was the right thing to do! The first monkeys we have encountered, and he is already planning to kill them."

The guards, retired adventurers and soldiers felt the tyrannical blood-lust sweep over them and began to sweat as they readied their weapons.

An old warrior, his right eye sewn shut from an injury walked forward releasing his own, defensive aura pushing back the blood-lust. -"Not even half an hour out and we have already run into a damn catastrophe."

Noticing the guards prepare for battle Mors forced down his desire to fight and raised his hand in a friendly manner. -"Heal then kill... I am not strong enough yet, only my aura is unaffected by my wounds, so I guess I will be bluffing for some time."

Seeing this gesture as well as noticing the receding blood-lust, the old warrior walked forward. "Stay here and be ready for anything."

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"Yes, Sir." Shouted the men in unison as they scanned their surroundings.

Marching forward, the leader of the guards rapidly approached Mors, who was standing still with an impatient look on his face. Noticing the dire wolf at his feet, he felt his heart miss a beat. -"Who the hell has a dire wolf as a pet? I must be cautious with this one, that aura was equal to my own and the boy isn't even man yet."

Mors watched the man approach before calling out. "That's far enough, Mr guard. I can hear you perfectly well from there."

"You speak like your, not the one who is blocking our path?" Said the captain in a slightly irritated voice.

"Out paths have crossed, for better or worse, that is all that matters." From deep within Mors' anger bubbled up as he remembered his last interactions with humanoids and their betrayal after he basically, although not intentionally, saved their lives. -"Great, I think those damn adepts have caused a complex."

The guard captain noticed the rise in hostility and took a mental note that this guys fuse was almost none existent. "So what do I owe the pleasure of our crossing of paths?"

"I require a cloak... one that can conceal my... noticeable features." Said Mors with an amused look as he watched the guards face pale and begin to sweat as his eyes darted between the horns on Mors' head and his swaying tail."

"Ahhh fuck me." Said the guard as he took a step back and prepared to run for the caravan. "A bloody demon."

Mors revealed a devilish grin. "No thanks, I don't swing that way. Oh and don't run, things that run always draws out my desire to chase and kill... it would be pretty unfortunate for you and your men."

-"Great... now I sound like a cat."

"Y..y..you just want a cloak right?" Stammered the guard as he took off his own, weathered cloak and threw it to the floor.

"Oh... thanks, I was going to ask if one of the merchants in your group had a spare but if your willing to give me yours... I will be on my way." Said Mors as he slowly walked up to the petrified guard and donning his cloak, hiding his horns and tail. "I suggest you and your men forget this entire encounter. I am preoccupied with hunting another group that has... crossed me and can't be bothered with adding any more to the list at the moment."

"... What encounter? We never met," said the guard slowly.

Chuckling, Mors passed the guard and wandered off the road in a straight line towards Kanis and away from the caravan. "The bandit group that were stationed in the abandoned village on the other side of the pass are no more; you probably will come across their remains... You can loot them as reimbursement for the cloak... there's around about a hundred of them so you should find something you like... that is if I didn't tear it to shreds."

Runt let out a whine of disappointment before following Mors. -"Seems like if they give Alpha something, he will let them live... How boring, Who in their right mind would fight someone so strong? I will never get to fight at this rate"

The guard stood there dumbstruck while he watched the back of the demon and his dire wolf shrink into the distance. "A...hundred? By himself?... And they said these roads were relatively safe."