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[Korin d'Rue]

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The door to his tower took the first of his rage, it latch bent as his foot kicked it in. A rack of axes hanging on the wall was next, scattering loudly across the floor as it was knocked clean off the wall. The suit of armor at the top of the first flight of stairs did defend itself, As he shoved it back into the wall. It bounced back the helm striking him in the forehead. But its defense was short lived as it soon was piece by piece dismantled and hurled over the railing to crash and clang loudly to the floor below. The living room was next and nothing in it escaped his anger. Books, tables, the bed all sent flying to crash and tumble into piles around the small room. When nothing else was left to be broken the anger was turned to the building itself. Falling to his hands and knee he began to pound on the floor boards themselves. Finally with nothing left he just lay face down on the floor and wept, years of pent up emotions poured out. And even in time that too ended.

Korin sat in the middle of his floor his kneels pulled to his chest, arms wrapped around his kneels, staring once more into the fire. All those years he had know but still hope resided inside him. Deep down he had know but yet he had hoped. He could not decide which left you feeling emptier revenge or shattered hope.

The words off the Gypsy girl had cut and stung him. She had ask if he wanted her to stop but he had to know. With each word and each sentence that came out of her mouth Korin's hope had died a little. The mental picture of his beloved Laramie beaten and broken tore at his heart. Korin knew there where parts that the gypsy girl had left out to spare him details that she felt he did not need to know. But it was the thought of her destroyed spirit that tortured him most of all. He had know she was dead, but to hear it from someone who was there and new her. Someone who attended her burial, had crushed all hope.

A new rage a new hatred began to boil inside of him. A rage and hatred that would tear at him from the inside. For that, what he hated most in the world at the moment was a part of him.

Korin lay back on the floor, exhausted he closed his eyes and before he drifted off mumbled the words
Damned Drow!