From the Diaries of Lord Kellington.....Entry Three
I woke in a rage today.
A poacher has dared step foot in this, my city.
It is just not done!
The fool!
I will...extract him tonight.
Are we that many that we cannot stay at home?
He may be a rogue.
If he is, all the better.
They tend to put up a fight.
I will toy with him. Let him think he has a chance.
In the end i will kill him of course.
I will simply behead him.
Not such a hard task.
But it is rather grisly.
Oh well. off I go.
Well? Just what does one wear to a messy beheading?
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