Hraz'Elarion: Snatched

Author: HS Wift

I have been HS Wift for the longest time now, through some of the darkest hours I have known, and it warms my heart to know that the light that led me through lives on still.

May it never die.

"'Ere, boy!"

Hraz turned to see a trio of men approaching from the direction of the orphanage.

"Were you in that fire?", the middle man asked, "Look at you, all covered in soot, people will go gettin' the wrong impression, think you 'ad somethin' to do with it, won't they? 'Ere, Larry, 'elp 'im clean 'imself up."

The man on the right approached and with a lick of his thumb attempted to scrub Hraz's face, making the young half-elf extremely uncomfortable, attempting to squirm free of the incredibly forward man.

"Uhh, boss... it ain't comin' off!"

"Oh god, it's a drow kid!" came a voice from behind. Hraz wheeled about to see two more men, of a more imposing stature.

The first man could clearly sense the trepidation of his fellows, and knew the source of it, "This doesn't change anything! No raidin' party will come for a fledgling dumb enough to get 'imself snatched. We'll just take this one and put then get out of Luskan for a week or two, 'til we know it's safe.

"Grab 'im!"