It had been days since the two of them finally met once again on the summit of Weathertop. In that chill breezy evening, one could see the stars glimmer, connecting one another into various figures in the night sky. However, the dawn would come again, the course into dreams would end, and the plan would have to be set into motion.
With the first crack of sunlight, the thief no longer in red was the first to hop to his feet. A few minutes passed with nothing but the cool, yet warming morning air as his companion in the waking world. One and two, he stretched each of his limbs outward. No knots or aches would get in the way of the day's agenda.
Moments later, he could see Dufr, that old dwarf in blue slowly creak open his eyes as he patted his thick beard of white stone. "So.. ready to carry this out? It's not too late for changing your mind." He had asked, slowly getting his stocky self up from his bed of dirt and grass.
It took a few seconds to reply, but with all things considered in Aallan's head, and the overlooking view of Breeland in the distance from the summit, he nodded. "Aye. That I am, and I think I know how to do this." He then without missing a beat, nodded down to below, where who knew would lie down, if he were to live in the sky. Though both would wait as the sound of grumbling stomachs resounded at the summit. Aallan chuckled. "First, we ought to catch breakfast." Dufr nodded, as he was likely thinking of something akin to the idea.
A good few hours passed since the cracking dawn, before the two snared, skinned, and roasted four healthy rabbits. Of course Aallan being in exile and the parcels being done early on, he had found ways to keep himself fed with the rabbit, boar, wild berries, and what have you, but that's neither here or there, as any person worth their salt in the wilds would find a way to eat. Neither said a word to each other as they nodded, knowing it was time to enact their little agenda.
First was the matter of finding a body suited for the task. With Dufr and Aallan being out of the question, the two had to settle for finding someone else. Near the bottom of the great hill which housed Weathertop, there lurked a rather ugly looking bloke. He sat there and chatted to himself about something. Upon a closer look, the skin appeared rather sickly for a man's. Before the ugly man could really do much of anything else, a crack could be felt on the back of his head, and he fell over to the ground. Turning to look at his face, it turned out to have the likeness of a less than appealing orc, though what orc would even be remotely attractive in the eyes of sensible folk? Then Aallan and Dufr hastily dressed him up in the red cloth and leather garb which was the thief's old clothing. Then binding his hands, the two began to drag him off down the road.
Throughout the plains of the Lone Lands, Aallan and Dufr trotted on the dirt pathway for a good few minutes, until noticing a hunting pack of large feral creatures. They walked and looked like wolves, and may have well been wolves to the unassuming eye. However, wargs have tended to fool folk into thinking such things. There was a den of at least six of them. It was at this time the goblin man started to come to, and before he could fully react, he was thrown down to the den, where the wargs tore apart his flesh, merely serving as an appetizer before tossing the tattered remains away from the den so as not to attract worthless scavengers to their home.
Both thief and dwarf winced at the scene playing out at the wargs' den. Aallan then turned to his companion. "Might as well be back in a blink."
Aallan then crept down to the area nearby the den below, sliding down on the grass and dirt. Grabbing the remains, he could feel and see the blood stains on the tattered old garb. Then undressing the chewed up corpse, Dufr grabbed the remains, and nodded, heading west once again.
"Now what am I gonna wear?" Aallan wondered, as he stroked his chin, flashing a smirk at Dufr.
