Bree-Town, midnight.
At the front door of the The Prancing Pony Inn a tall hooded man closes the door behind him, the moonlight reflecting on the wet shoulder piece of his armour. The moon was full that night and the sky was covered with dark clouds who were seeming to drop all their content. The full moon brightly visible next to the clouds and the blue sky above Bree. The man cursed the weather and made his way carefully down the stairs that lead towards the Inn’s entrance. The final step made a splashing noise for the tall man stepped into a muddy puddle of rainwater. He made his way hastily towards the stables, not paying any attention to the guards who passed him in their patrol through town. All he did was pulling the hood from his cloak further over his head.
The elderly stable master greeted him briefly, as liverish as always.
“Dogs like you must be enjoying this forsaken weather, don’t you, Finn?”
The man, Fintel, grinned at the stable master and answered hastily, shivering from the cold.
“Just keep your tongue behind those rotten teeth of yours and take the coins you aged bastard.”
Fintel handed a pair of silver coins to the horse keeper and prepared his steed to be ridden.
The slippery stones that form the streets of Bree-town made it difficult for the horse to walk around normally. The large stallion and its rider slowly made their way towards the west gate of Bree-town.
“Halt! Who goes there?” A watcher said, climbing out of his watcher’s booth. Fintel remained silent, slowly approaching the watcher who was now holding a lantern in his left hand and his spear in the other. A few more steps and the watcher could feel the warm breath of the black stallion.
“This is your last warning, I will-…” and the watcher exhaled deeply, in shock and terror the man dared to look down at his chest. He dropped the lantern, causing a loud bang when the metal object hit the stone surface of the street. His chest now maintained a sword, black from the blood in the moonlight. "Don't struggle, it will ease the pain..” Fintel said calmly while dismounting his steed. He now faced the watcher who was soon about to collapse. “A strange sight to see one standing around with a blade in his chest..” Fintel added sadistically before he pulled the blade out of the watcher’s chest, a low cracking of ribs followed by the hissing of the main artery and the man fell down on the ground. Fintel smiled, he kneeled down at the body and investigated the wound carefully, fascinated by his kill. After looting the body, Fintel stood up with a wide sneer on his face, the dead man’s body was now lying in a puddle of blood, his fingers missing. “Blood appears quite black when the moon stands full, don’t you think?” Fintel asked his horse before mounting it again. The large stallion began to walk away in the same slow pace as before, leaving through the west gate of Bree, disappearing into the dark forest that lies next to the town.
