The young Elven boy entered the Leviathan's Tail, a tavern in Terim, he walked over to the bar and laid down five gold pieces. "A room, lightly furnished." he said to the barkeeper, the barkeeper nodded and handed him a old brass key. "Room 17 lad, i would suggest not being down here when midnight come's round'." He said in a heavy accent. The young elven boy nodded and walked up to his room, opening the door, and locking it behind him, the room was small, a fireplace, bed, and dresser we're the only furniture in the room, he unbuttoned his tunic and took it off laying it neatly folded on the dresser. He then took off his weapon belt and laid it down carefully, He stretched his wings and sat on the bed provided, and he fell into a trance.
As midnight struck a knock came on his door, he walked over to it and opened it, the innkeeper stood there. "Yes?" the young boy said. The innkeeper looked sad, "I-im sorry lad--" was all he could say before an arrow took his life, he slammed his door shut as he saw a local gang coming up the stairs. He grabbed his belt, put it on, grabbed his shirt, spread him wings and flew out the window. He saw hundreds of the gang members surrounding the building, this was an All Human gang, they hated any other races in Terim and were brutal, killing the men and capturing the women for their perverted purposes. He narrowed his eyes and flew off past the walls into the woods, he descended by the secret grove he had stayed in the night before.
And without a word it was decided, a Bloodbath would happen in Terim that night, and the disbandment of a Gang.