I peaked over the cliff and saw their campsite crudly made up of the skin of their prey and the stolen goods of their conquered. I waited till nightfall and during the time of the waining sun I decifered a plan.
From the darkness I attacked and one thing whispered through my mind.
Never fuck with a Furie.

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Present Time
The hair on my neck stood up when I felt someones gaze upon me.
This I should be used to. On one side of my face I have the tattoo of a skeletal entity that personifies the sins and the curse that I have absorbed into my body by defeating the Daei, but this gaze I felt like no other. It felt familiar. Which in my case meant one of two things. Either it was a defeated foe or a mercenary paid to take my head.

I make no ties between no one, where I roam i will eventually leave within a fortnight, but for this particular bar i come back to every few years for Sam is the only person who knows my past.

I ended the song abruptly and left the stage. I needed to get out of here, Sam would understand and explain to the comers of the bar why I left with a joke and a obvious lie. It was nearing that time of night anyway where I needed to release the cravings of the curse for flesh and blood. Since I would not sacrifice the life of others for my well being, there was only one way to sate the hunger of the dark. Each night at the stroke of the lunar hour I kill myself only to arise the next morning unharmed. I took irony in the relation to that damned movie 'Groundhog Day.'

Leaving my things with Sam at the bar I hurried out the door to my apartment only to be stopped by a shadow in the corner.