Vigil

[RenLightfoot]

**Ren stands atop the the wall of the keep, his red cape fluttering in the cold night's wind. His pale, painted face watching the winter's moon slipping in and out of the clouds. Suddenly, he drops off of the far side of the wall, quickly and silently. As he hits the ground in a crouch, he winces at the pain from his recently healed leg. He pauses for a moment, listening to the sounds of the nearby forest before standing, and calmly walking into it.
Reaching a clearing he stops again, looking around carefully. Satisfied he's alone, he reaches down to a small, hollow log lightly dusted with snow and pulls out a light blue handkerchief wrapped with cord. Pulling on the cord, he opens the package, revealing three braided locks of hair each attatched to a small piece of pale skin. Ren falls to his knees, gripping the gruesome tokens, his mouth open in a mute scream.**
"Soon, ladies soon."
**Standing back up, he reties the package and secures it in it's hiding spot.**