Finding Foraker in Linhir, the Dark Hand runs to head him off at the pass...along the way, picking up a shadowy companion who wished to lend his support...and blade. Out sprung the Dark Hand, cutting down the dwarven ranger before his friends could even react, their open-mouthed faces splattered with their Guildmaster's blood. "You...you shit!" sputtered a splattered Mandrill...click to read more