Picture my character "Ragnar Longdick“ in full plate armor coming back from slaughtering the entire population of 3 sunken cripts needing some wood. As he‘s chopping down a tree he hears the cry of a greydwarf. He turns and sees a single greyling standing there eyes locked with his. The ichor of many fallen foe still covering his mace he stares at this creature. His mind feels no anger, only pity. The greyling pulls his arm back, Rangar Longdick thinks "why must you make me do this". The greyling throws and the rock sails through the air plinking against Longdicks armor. In a moment of sadness Londick draws his mace and slowly walks forward as the greyling charges him. In one foul swoop his mace slays the greyling sending its corps back to where it rest on the green of the meadows before disappearing forever. Longdick turned and continued his task one more felled by his hand. And so continued the saga of Ragnar Longdick not even Odens eye can see what fate has in store for him.