Garagol

“Broken bodies lined the fetid smelling encampment, blood covered sacks of meat and bone rotting in the blistering mid day sun. Opportunistic carrion birds ominously circled above awaiting their putrid feast. Garagol surveyed the carnage, his battle hardened gaze showing no sign of revulsion or remorse for what lay before him. In the distance he spotted his quarry, the untrained Drow warrior who had caught his attention from the treeline.”

Garagol

Escape from the Underdark Blackmoons