A Pound Of Flesh

While the raid had been successful Tarnish was not impressed with his own performance. It was clear that he needed more practice and he was eager to seek out opponents outside the pack. Could he go to the Battlefield and see what he got? Sure, but where was the fun in that? He was a raider after all. Borders were more of a suggestion than an actual rule and he wanted to see the castle again. Besides, Sid was always roaming over there so why couldn't he?

The sun was nearly set as Tarnish traipsed over the Hallows border, slinking through the grass as he headed toward the castle. Maybe he could find something good in there to bring back as a trophy of his escapade. Around him the fog started to roll in. He could feel the humidity in the air pressing in on him but it only made the adventure more exciting!


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