Carden Crockett 

<i>Clang. Clang. Clang. </i>You have been awoken by a sharp, rapping sound. You look up from your dark and dusty Jail Cell to investigate, then see what the commotion is. Two large, burly guards with shadowed faces and bulky azure armor are dragging a short, brown furry creature with moose horns and leather wristbands. The creature screams in an unintelligible language, and a few moments after they pass the corner, they're muffled. A few minutes later, the screams reach an inhuman high, there's a roar, three more clangs, and silence. You know what this is. Your sleeping jailer has told you. That "Irregular" was just executed. And you're next.