Vencrest casually strolled through the wooden gates of the Village of Estolad, Trekella, a lupine, following close behind him. Zekbel, his dragon, took off from just outside the town, and into the sky, in search of food, while Vencrest and Trekella explored the village. The gate guard looked up in awe at the massive beast, flying in the air, his head tracing the flight of the dragon. Vencrest continued walking, but stopped in mid step, as the quavering voice of the guard rang out across the quite field. "Uh sir," he said tentatively walking up to the drow, his belt clanging at his side ", I need to search you for illegal contraband. Sorry, new police, ordered by the mayor this town himself. You see.." His words were cut short, as Vencrest interrupted him. "What would be qualified as 'contraband.' Vencrest questioned, stepping towards the guard, a small smile spread across his face.

"Uh...Well," The guard muttered, looking down, not making eye contact with Vencrest. "It would be any special type of drug. If you have a potion, or potion making stuff, I'll just check it and you'll be on your way!" "What if," Vencrest added, stepping forward, a smile still on his face ", I do have this 'contraband.'" The man began to stutter ", I'd have to arrest you." Vencrest was now close enough to smell the putrid breath the smelly commoner, trying to make ends meet as a town guard. "Well," Vencrest said smoothly, placing his hand on the mans shoulder ", You'll have to do just that." The man began to stutter his confusion, but Vencrest yanked him forward, and plunged him through his Katar, attached to his wrist.

Warm fluid spread out of the mans wound, and over Vencrest's dark skinned hands, several drops dripping onto the ground below. The man let out a gurgle, blood leaking from his mouth, dribbling down his chin. Vencrest pushed his body off his Katar, letting him fall limply on the dirt ground, forming a puddle of blood around his body. Vencrest walked through the gate casually again, ready to finish the task that he had intended to since the beginning. He followed what his instructions were, and headed towards the bar named 'Bubblin' Ale,' and took a seat, nearest to the corner. A young women approached him, and asked him if he would like a glass of ale, and Vencrest accepted, but when she passed him the glass, he slipped a small potion in her hand. She took it and left the building, as if nothing had happened. Vencrest didn't drink the ale, but rather brought his hand inside the glass, and pulled out a large bag of coins.

He placed the bag in his pocket of his cloak, relieved his mission was over. Over the past month, he had constantly been hired by drug dealers and addicts to bring in the recently banned contraband. It was a boring and repetitious job, but it paid well. The most frustrating part was the form of payment. Sometimes he had to secretly hand it off, as he recently had, and other times he had to be lead into hotel rooms. He even had to fake losing a fight once. But all the same, the pay was excellent, making it worth while.

"Trekella," he said to the lupine sitting next to him. The lupine snorted in acknowledgment that she had heard him, and let him continue. "Go to the room, get some rest. I have some plans." The lupine stood, and entered the hotel room that they had booked for weeks, leaving Vencrest to his peace. There was something he had been meaning to do for a long time. "Waitress," Vencrest said, calling over a brown haired elf. The women sat herself at the table, and looked at the drow, and said ", yes?" "Well," Vencrest muttered, looking down at his glass, and looking back up at the women. "I would like to know something." "Go ahead," The elf responded, looking at him with sparkling green eyes.

"What makes you happy?" He asked, his eye's beginning to gleam with intensity. "Well, I would have to say singing," The elf responded, with a cheery smile. "Really? Sing me a song!" Vencrest replied, sitting up in a chair. "Well, I'm not that good," the women said, blushing. "I'm Vencrest, and please, sing for me," The women smiled, and responded "I'm Evenia, and I will, if you want to so badly."

She began:
U i vethed na i onnad.
Si boe u-dhanna.
Ae u-esteli, esteliach nad.

U i vethed na i onnad.

Chorus in Sindarin

Na boe u i.

Estelio han, estelio han, estelio,
estelio han, estelio veleth.

teliach nad, estelio han.

Her voice echoed across the bar, beautiful and melodious. "Wow," Vencrest said, gazing Evenia "That was beautiful." "Thanks," She responded, her fair cheeks blushing. "What makes you happy Vencrest?" Evenia questioned, a smile on her face. "Well," Vencrest said with a sadistic smirk forming across his face. "Killing makes me happy." A confused look formed across her face, as Vencrest drew his Black Dagger from his boot, and he began to fling it towards the women's skull, intent on killing her, right then and there.