Worry began to fill his thoughts. Was she alright? The
bloodcurdling screams that filled the air said otherwise. After the
horrible events that happened, he had vowed to never help another
human, much less trust them. It would lead to more pain and
suffering for him, but why did he have the urge to? Did he still
have a soft spot for innocent humans in need? Muttering a few more
curses to himself, he summoned a bundle of rope that looked
strangely like fire, but was convincing enough. He then turned into
the form he hated most and walked towards the grave. He made sure
to tie the rope to a tree beforehand, then proceeded to climb down
the hole.