The desperate squealing of a swineman can be heard somewhere deep in the woods of this cursed land, before it abruptly gets cut off by the sound of a two handed axe finding it's mark.

"Looks like dinner's cared for."

comes the voice of the owner of the axe, as he rips the axe back out of the still body of his former foe, uncaring about the blood that he gets over himself whilst doing so.