A body. It was a dead body. If you could call it that. The body had a vague humanoid shape, but it was so badly mutilated that it was hard to tell. The eye, the arm; missing. Through the hole in the poor guards chest he could see the mans liver had been pulled out and dropped his right. There was a look of horror on the mans face that would never leave the thief. He knew the man had been tortured before being killed. And the mans fingers? What in the gods names had happened to his fingers? The thief shuddered as he moved on. He had to grab the gem and get out. His feeling of unease was reaching hysteria.

After six grueling minutes he reached the safe. He took a nervous look behind his back and began to pick the lock.

It was then he heard footsteps behind him. They were quick and light. It seemed faint in the back ground. It was something someone wearing chain-mail could do. That meant it couldn’t be guards.

And that wasn’t good.