At the guild, Vaiell delivered the lie with a pale face. "The Minotaur killed him. Rude is dead". Fear gripped the room. But then, the doors creaked open. A heavy scent of blood and miasma flooded the hall as a shadow emerged. "Dead? That's news to me, Vaiell". It was Rude. But his eyes were no longer those of a scavenger-they were the eyes of a predator.
