Deeper in the forest, Aurelia stepped out of a glowing blue portal. An elf waited there, an ornate bow slung across his back.
“So do you think it could be him?” he asked her.
“Perhaps,” Aurelia said. “I think it’s in him. Something is wrong, though. He’s too light hearted, too free.”
“What does that mean?” the other elf asked, his fingers twitching at the string of his bow.
“I don’t know, Dieredon.” Aurelia sighed. “It means he’s capable, but would not do so without reason. If he’s butchering the children, he’s doing it for someone else.”
“Who?” Dieredon asked.
She shrugged. “My guess is his brother. He sounds like a necromancer.”
Dieredon nodded. “I’ll find him and watch him for a bit. If either of them slaughters another child, I will see it and put an end to it.”
Aurelia pulled a few strands of hair away from her mouth and tucked them behind her ear.
“This seems like a small matter for a scoutmaster to be involved. Are you sure you have nothing more important to do?”
“Murdered human children?” Dieredon shrugged. “Let the humans and orcs do as they wish, but when they butcher their young they must be made to suffer. You were right to contact me, Aurelia.”
“I hope so,” Aurelia said. “I saw one of the bodies, and what was done to him, those vile carvings…”
Dieredon kissed her forehead.
“Put it behind you so you may focus on the task at hand. If the half-orcs are guilty, they will make a mistake soon enough. Your eyes and ears are vital in confirming their guilt.”
“I’ll try to keep him talking,” Aurelia said. “And I’ll find out more about his brother. I hope I can bear Harruq’s company in the meanwhile. He can be quite a brute sometimes.”
“Come now,” Dieredon said, his face suddenly brightening into a smile. “He sounds like a real fine man to me. I wouldn’t be surprised if you two got married. Perhaps a kid or three. Little gray-skinned Aurrys crawling over the forest, wouldn’t that be cute?”
She smacked him with her staff and then teleported away, leaving Dieredon to laugh long after her departure.
“Where did you get the bruises?” Qurrah asked when Harruq returned to their squalid home.
“Practicing,” Harruq said. “We have anything to eat?”
His brother motioned to a small plate of bacon and some eggs still in their shells.
“Wonderful.”
The smaller half-orc watched his brother wolf down the meal.
“Would you accompany me into madness?” he asked. Harruq gave him a funny look, half a piece of bacon still hanging in his mouth.
“Of course I would,” he replied. “If you go mad, I’ve got no chance in this world. You brains, me brawn, right?”
“Yes,” Qurrah said absently. “That’s right. But would you kill? Without reason, without pause. Could you?”
Harruq cracked open an egg and swallowed it raw.
“Don’t I do so already?” he asked. “If I had to pick between the world and you, the entire world would be a bloody mess.”
He swallowed the other egg, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and burped.
“Well put, Harruq,” Qurrah said.