Townsend was once a servant and a cabal's greatest achievement. Quite also so its last one. Not that Townsend had broken free and slaughtered them all. No, that was the group of armed men that did the killing of one violent entity or another. Squabbles of Good and evil did not inspire concern Townsend overmuch as violent behavior. As the last cabalist broke Townsend's chains it looked at the men of god it was to destroy. They saw a creature fed with the blood of errant servants staring with green socketed eyes.

No longer bound to their will he replies, "I owe horrible men nothing. And so the murder ends today, Gentlemen. Good day."

The leathery flesh holding together its torso allowed a shirt from the broken to fit proper. Holy men argued over whether to murder the creature as Townsend slips into the ether. He didn't relish cleaning up and all the servants in his mind found the cabalists undignified.

The once-fine clothes had stab wounds but a bit of washing cleaned it for the most part. Clad in what it had the skeletal-headed creature with glowing green sockets and a roiling fleshy interior went looking for a new house to serve. There was always a lord or lady looking for some good tireless help.