"It was a day like any other day. the thief knew all too well that no one could possibly see him in the dark alley. the poor fellow that he had slain was of little consequence to him. The gold from his pouch was another matter, though. What was that he thought to himself? He chuckled at his fear. Who could know? his answer came with one swift blow to the head and his life drained from him before his body hit the ground. The hulking warrior stood over the murdering scum. A huge arm reached out to gather the pouches of gold. he was sure that other less fortunate could use this more than the thief. Still, he hated to kill anyone, even the slime that live in Minar. "thou art revenged old one," he said to the dead innocent. With that he walked slowly out into the night."