The Hunt

The travelers huddled together near their cart, the husband holding his family close as they stifled tears.
"Tell me what I want to know or this one loses another finger."
The dwarf being held in his grasp held one hand wrapped, blood running through the cloth and into the ground.
"Don't tell this git anything brother! He is a kin killer!"
A quick twitch of the wrist and the dwarf gasped for breath.
"Enough! We heard news from those of the Tinder Mines, a group seeking passage to the north."
Theo still held the weakening dwarf at arm's length, glaring at his brother.
He at last threw the dwarf towards the others, wiping his hand on his pants.
"As you have aided me, I let you live. Move! Before I regret my choice."
The group gathered their injured member and quickly ran, leaving their cart in their haste.
Theo rummaged through the supplies, taking what food and minor essentials he found.
As the cart went up in flames, Theo checked his map and mounted his horse, taking off towards Tinder Mines.