It appears that the villagers that I live near discovered my dark secret today. Now that they finally know what I am, they will be at the front door of my cabin everynight with torches and pitchforks... although this is humorous, I feel it is no longer safe for me to be here... I must leave, and my true adventure will now begin... Yet, I am a little saddened... I'm sad not necessarily because of the fact that i must flee from my home and never return until at least the next three generations pass on, but instead of the fact that it took them over sixty years to descover the fact that I am a Warlock. Also I am sad because they believe that since I am one, I am an immediate threat to their little village. It is not necessarily stupidity, but instead i like to think of it as mear ignorance. Yes, I believe that would be the correct word to use. Ignorance. It is ignorance for they do not know what to believe. It is ignorance for they had never had the chance to understand what itis I actually do. They know not what they say, or do, or feel... however... one must be punished for his reaction to finding out what I am... It was compleely uncalled for... so, before I leave, I must accomplish my task... I cannot let it go unpunished... Tom Hayerley... He is the local bartender of the Kreeping Kobold Killer Inn... He is Fourty-two years old and he stands at a height of 5'9", weighing 189lbs. This human is responsible for the linching of a 8 year old boy who was, as he stated, "possesed by the devil known as Moradin!"... for this, he shall pay for the blood of this boy, Kryter Bournus... Since he shall never see the light of day I find it only fair that TomHayerley should see no different... This must be done before my leave...