One thing was sure though, the screams didn't belong to the calm middle aged man clothed in a velvet red suit. A man, who watched proudly with a gleaming smile, while in between the trees in front of him several people were being cut down. Ravaged by the large hound like beasts that carried the name known as Garm.
This man was no one else than the guild master of the darkest of guilds, the infamous and equally cunning Harrigan Crawford. The lord and master of Savage Skull.
'Isn't this just the perfect way to pass some time' he said to a girl standing behind him, but without even turning his head towards her. A young girl, who would have been irresistibly cute if it wasn't for the crazy filled eyes that peered at him through the thick layer of blood that dripped down her face.
'Not only is this more entertaining then the occasional fool who tries to desert from our ranks, but also it also gives us the chance to stretch our own legs for a bit'
Harrigan was off course referring to the wild hunt that occurred in front of him, only instead of scanning the ground for a trail that would lead them to some sort of animal. The prey were innocent human beings. Fools who had been venturing to far into the Spooky Forest, only to find themselves locked into some dungeon. And those were the ones that were lucky enough to stay alive. Elderly, teenagers, parents it didn't matter. There were probably even some Knights from the council between the prey. They were all nothing more then fodder, a means for the dark mages of Savage Skull to have some fun.