Premiere: Pugilist – Daggers

The night was young but soon this land would be plunged into a foggy blackness which was enough to tease and tickle the senses. It would fall like a thick treacle across the land and the marauders would seek this opportunity to prey upon the weak and vulnerable.

They would run wild through the fields, dancing and taking what they could find along the way.

For what use was it to the rich anyway? 

Loaded up on fun, drunk on dreams, they would soon stash their daggers and begin the walk downhill towards the towns and villages below. This was to be their wildest night yet.