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Sev yanked at the ropes binding his wrists roughly, succeeding only in cutting it into his wrists. One of the three men behind him snarls. "Quit struggling, kid. Make this easy on yourself, and on us, will ya?" Sev doesn't respond, only ceases his struggles. He was just putting himself through unecessary pain, and there was no us to that. Finally, the group stops, shoving him up against a tree. They tie him around the chest and legs to the tree, then bind his ankles together. The eldest of the men pulls out a scroll, clears his voice, and begins to read. "By order of the elders of Nhish, Severin Hayden LaDelle is hereby charged with murder, theivery, vandalism, rape, child abuse, and smuggling elvian drugs. His sentence is death, to be carried through on the last moon of the month, at the designated spot in the Blood Forest." Rolling up the scroll, he looks at Severin over his glances. "Have you any last words?" Smirking, he responds snidely. "Yeah. I have a few words. But I don't think the elders would look upon them very well." The man purses his lips and turns away, the others following in his wake. And as night falls, Sev slumps against the tree. Well, that's that, he thinks sourly. I'm done for. The blackness of the night itself didn't spook Sev; indeed he finds it calming. It's the sounds. Footsteps coming towards him...