A human dressed in a dull black armor shook his head. "I don't get it, Jardon. This is supposed to be the Prince of Darkness and he sits looking at the sun set as if he's some lost romantic soul. And why in Necrucifers name are we worried about mere Kender anyway?"

Another man looked at him puzzled. Jardon was a much older soldier with aged lines around his eyes and a bushy blond mustache above his lip. "Are you stupid or something, Michaeled? He's watching the sun go down because we attack as soon as it's good and dark. The Abhorrants can't summon their miserable Horrormongers during the sun light. And I'd be very careful not to let Malachive hear you say he is "supposed" to be the prince of darkness. Have you not heard what he's done to the doubters? Do not even think thoughts like that around him. He can see your thoughts you know!"

Michaeled froze and almost panicked. "You do not think he heard me now, do you?"

Jaron sighed. "You best hope not. As for why the kender, I can tell you why I think its so. The Abhorrants armies, the Horrormongers are shadow wraith like beings and they get their power in two ways. The darkness and peoples fear. Kender do not fear. And so Deathmeere has ordered them to be exterminated and so they shall."

Michaeled grinned slightly. "They don't even have a town guard posted. This will be easy pickings."

"We are just here to engage reinforcements in case one of their nosey neighbors decides to come to the rescue. The Abhorrants will do their own dirty work this night. After all, it is not like they can die. Let's get into position, its dark now."

Malachive and Deathmeere watched the last hint of sunlight leave the Roully Bab Binb Ocean. Turning, Deathmeere joined the two other Abhorrants who were sharpening a scythe that had an eerie dark green glowing effect about it. They handed the scythe to Deathmeere and the three glided off towards the Balifore city limits.

Michaeled was gathering his arrows and felt an odd feeling in his stomach. He turned to notice Malachive staring at him. Malachive's hollow yellow eyes looked into Michaeled as if he were reading his very soul. Michaeled could not help but stand there frozen.

"Michaeled, where is those arrows? Hurry up...." Jeron yelled before turning to Michaeled only to see a pile of burning ash.