Connor was indeed hungry. But he couldn’t satisfy it. He tried eating deer, pork, beef, chicken, anything. But nothing seemed to satisfy.
“I… I do not wish to fulfil the grey face’s…” He looked at his arm, beginning to remove the hidden blade. As he rid himself of it, rolling up his sleeves, he looked to his arm. There was blood there, he could sense it. The pumping of it in his veins rang in his ears. It would drive anyone insane.
“Just… Just a little…” He held his arm up, extending his other hidden blade.