Connor Hawkins was a butcher. No, an actual butcher who owned a shop in The Whitequarter of Ghastenhall. Business was always good and he catered to lord and lady to the yeoman and peasantry alike. But every now and then someone would enter his shop and order the "special cut". These exclusive customers would be escorted to the back room only to emerge a few minutes later. The next day the town criers would announce the mysterious disappearance of one the city's citizens. Despite lean times Hawkin's Meats never wanted for fresh cuts of meat.
One day a well dressed woman entered the shop and ordered the "Special Cut". once in the back room she explained that her husband, a well to do merchant, was having an affair with his assistant and that she would pay triple his usual fee if he would make them both disappear. Later, after closing the shop for the night, Connor donned his other working "clothes" a black leather apron and a pair of perfectly matched kukris, exotic knives with curved blades designed to cut through bone and sinew with relative ease.
Prowling through Ghastenhall's back alleys and silent streets Connor arrives at his target's townhouse shortly after midnight. After waiting for almost an hour he enters through the conveniently unlocked kitchen door. Once inside he is blinded by the flare of a hooded lantern suddenly being unveiled. Confronted by the city watch backed by several Knights of Alerion, Connor fought bravely yet futilely and was soon overwhelmed.
Dragged before the judge he was soon convicted of murder and attempted murder and sentenced to beheading at Brandescar Prison "May Mitra have mercy on your soul, for I surely do not!" were the last words of the judge has he dropped the gavel on his desk.
