Vengeance

Seriale was staring at the fire in the Pony... then a familiar voice sounded behind his left shoulder... the voice, of a murderer. Samfin... Killed of Dalgaroth... a friend of Seraile...

He could feel his heart beating in a controlled manned, his hands flexing, attempting to controll himself.. not to lose it... it must be done in a clean way... but of course they will find him.. its always him they go to... thats why they killed Dalgaroth... Because the fools were mistaken on who killed Goddefrid.. captain of the Trestlebridge guard...

Finally... My body ceased to ache. All the tortures you inflicted upon me, now seem as little more than distant memories, a fading dream. And should my scars not be there to remind me of them, maybe I could have forgotten. But what shall never be forgotten is your treachery. Your betrayal. Your poisonous lies. All of them, I keep them close to me, in the centre of my thoughts, never fading away, never allowing me a moment's rest. And my fuel... The constant, ceaseless thought of vengeance. Soon... Love will lie dying.