Designed by Ardothica
Lifespan: 45 minutes
Medium Groups: 21-24
Large Groups: 18-23
It had been over a week since Aitrilla had seen her husband, and with each passing day, she became increasingly sure that he was dead. Once again, she recalled the last moments she had spent with him...
Magdono stomped into the farmhouse, anger clearly visible on his face.
Aitrilla, who was stirring a pot of stew, looked up.
"Again?" she asked.
"Yes! That makes five chickens this week."
"Still, we have so many."
"It's a matter of principle. We can't just let him take advantage of us!" he spat out.
"You're right, but I'm afraid."
For a second, she saw the fear in his eyes, too, but the anger quickly returned.
"Afraid of an old hag?" he asked, and laughed.
"You know she's not just any old woman, 'Dono."
"It must end, and I must end it. Remember, these chickens are our livelihood. Anyway, I'm not going to hurt her, I'll just scare her."
Magdono picked up the axe near the fireplace and started toward the door.
"Dear, be careful!"
"Don't worry, I'll be back for dinner."
And those were the last words Magdono spoke.
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