Cynraede sat alone in the darkened tent that dripped fresh rain water onto the muddied puddle he sat in. Lowering his head and shutting his eyes before the flap of the door was tossed open, and the one whom he had disfigured greeted him with a toothed grin.
Yilgtig drug the man from the tent by his shoulder length hair, tossing him in the middle of the encampment. Two poles sat opposite of each other, rusted shackles and chains dangled in the harsh wind that swept over the encampment. The olive skinned man hoisted Cynraede up by the shackles, pulling them tight to keep him suspended by his wrists and barely letting his feet touch the ground. He laughed as he turned, his arms open as he spoke.
"This, is the hunter that has taken the people whom we called brother! The one who has killed many of our comrades and hung them along the streets for all to see! Now who hangs for the world to see and laugh, to mock his very being!"
He walked to the young man, raising his head up as he held a blade high into the air with a wild smile. He grabbed the twisted braid that hung from Cynraedes hair, cutting it off and laughing loudly as he tucked it into his pouch. Yilgtig grabbed cyn by the hair, jerking him up off his feet as he whispered to the young man.
"You will die here foolish boy, and I will be sure to tell your friends. Your braid will suffice for that, the master did not want me to enjoy breaking your bones. You are nothing, but a mere man. You pretend to leap and hop and jump all around, pretending to be the hunter when you are instead the hunted. You will die here hunter, far before anyone finds you."
Cynraede hung there quietly, barely keeping the strength to raise his head ever few moments to see the men and half-orc scurrying around to gather their equipment as they prepared to move out, far to the north in the lands of Angmar. The rain pelted his bare chest as he hung from the chains, his blood and tears seeping into the dirt below. He inhaled sharply as he felt a boot touch his broken rib, the seething pain shot all through his body as Yilgtig laughed. The man pulled a hood over his dreadlocks, and the army marched away, wearing his braid around belt along with the other trophies he took from his kills.
