“Master, they are only a day behind us! We must keep moving!”
Sonnis laughed, a sound like metal scraping against stone, little more than a mad growl. Black lightning slid across the rat’s throat before returning under the fox’s cloak.
“It would seem you are my last victim…A fitting reward for your loyalty.” Sonnis took off his mask, dropping it unto the cold, wet grass without a sound. Then, the fox slashed at himself, knife blackened with age moving like a serpent across his body. “They can’t catch me. They won’t! I know a place that will take me in…”
Mumbling to himself, Sonnis stumbled away from his late bandit friend, bleeding.
By the time the black fox found Redwall’s gate, he was almost dead. He had only enough strength to knock, before collapsing.
((OOC: And here, my friends, begins what I hope will be a good story. Everyone is welcome!))