Meeting a child brings Korgash face-to-face with the consequences of his actions.
 

     “You’ll pay for that, you little worm!” A man yelled from somewhere in the back of an alley. The slow speech and over-pronunciation of words gave Korgash a clear sign that the man had a few too many drinks. Stay out of it. It’s none of your business. Let someone else be a hero. You’re just here to collect on a favor, remember?

     “Help!” yelled a child’s voice in the same alley. The yell was followed by a blunt thud. Along the street Korgash was in, people went about their way while keeping their eyes away from the alley.

     Korgash rolled his eyes and groaned. Then he proceeded with a casual walk into the alley, his footsteps more quiet than any of the street urchins that stalked the city streets at night. He waited until the drunk raised his fist for one more punch, then Korgash placed his own hands behind his back and said, “Hard at work earning that coveted Idiot of the Month award, eh?”

     The drunk dropped the gaunt-faced kid, turned around while barely keeping his balance, stared at Korgash until his eyes finally focused, then said, “Matter your own minds, half-breed!”

     “Isn’t that,” Korgash asked, smiling to reveal his crooked teeth and large canines, “supposed to be ‘Mind your own matters, half-breed’?”