Darkness engulfed a hilltop of the York Territory.
It was late at night, but nobody could sleep.
The hill was a stockade for 200 powerful bandits.
Their boss was called "Edward Scissorhand", as his wrist was chopped off. The perpetrator of the torture was the Duke of York himself.
Since then, Edward's hand had been replaced with scissor-like blades.
The history of his escape, his becoming a bandit at the stockade, and how the Duke of York cut off his wrist was condensed into a hundred-word story.
The entire York Territory was fearful of Edward, who had a new target, the group of insane half-naked Humans, Fairies, and Elves who were walking like a parade late at night.
He could sell them off as coolies, while some could even pass as bandits!
"Chief! We have scouted the area. Though they have large numbers, besides a fully armed Knight, nobody else has a weapon!"
