Casys flew down upon the poacher camp, roughly fourteen miles from the mansion. He silently assassinated the two sentries with punches to the throat, then descended into the main camp. Four poachers sat around a fire, chatting with their weapons nowhere to be seen. Casys looked around to see a tall, broad-shouldered man with an ugly scar running down his face. He must be the leader, Casys thought. He raised a hand and felt with his mind for the water within the cerebrospinal fluid that each poachers brain floated in. He a grunt of effort, Casys forced all the water into an icy substance. Five dead poachers fell to the ground.
Casys began to fly back to the mansion, relieved to have the familiar weight of his axe of his waist. I need to talk with Dasken, he thought.