Torrential rain was pouring on the small British town. Fog hung in the air, threatening to fall. Thick black clouds rolled across the sky showing no end. Along the slippery cobblestone road in a dead end, stood a little building. It was dimly lit by only a couple candles inside. Its sign creaked as swayed back and forth in the wind.

Inside, only a few people were inhabiting it. A man stood behind a wooden counter with his eyes on the door, a girl walked around cleaning each table carefully, two men sitting in the corner playing a card game, two more men sitting in the middle of the inn, and a hooded man sitting by the door.

The two men in the middle of the room were talking.

“Silas was spotted in Town last night.” One man, who was big and muscular, said after a drink from the mug in front of him.

“Ye be right. Hope he’s been caught.” The second man was thinner, but still muscular also, and taller. He spoke with a Scottish accent.

“Better be. Don’t want him running around scarin’ people. Don’t know who’s his next target.” The first man grunted and leaned back in his chair a bit.

“Like him ta to be caught. He frighten’s meh.”

The hooded figure sitting by the door swung his head to the two men. His face was still hidden by the shadows of his cloak’s hood.

“Hope he gets beheaded when he’s caught. Serves him right.” The first man nodded roughly and slammed his fist on the table.

“Yer right!” The second man jumped up in his seat. “Slow ‘n’ painful, tuh.”

“Where do you think Silas is now?”

“Probably killin’ some kids ’cause he’s bored. The brute.”

The man by the door stood up suddenly, which sent his chair flying behind him. His head turned to each person and he stared at them for a few seconds. He spun around and headed out into the storm.

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