All the peasants and villagers armed with pitch forks and shovels gather around the town centre.
The village cryer shouts, "Here ye, here ye, the dreaded villian that ha been abwetching this ere province has finally raised it's vile paw. Let it be known the furry creature from the depths has been marked with a loot of gold, collectible from the king to any who would be brave enough to bring it back, dear or alive!"
"Kill Fluf!" cried the villager with bandaging on his head and a cracked skull.
"Yeah, kill 'em all I say!" shouted another whilst eating a donut.
"We're the frickin good peasants!, Let's get 'em" said another smoking a cigar...
The crowd began to chant...
"Kill Fluf! Kill Fluf! Kill Fluf!..."
"Look, there he is! Over in the woods!" said someone who quickly ducked out of sight.
"Agggggggghhhhh", the mob moved as one and stormed off into the night.. in a flurry of dust, scattering chickens and upsetting applecarts along the way...
The town crier pulled back her hood, her long dark hair falling about her shoulders.
"Do you think they bought it, Fluf?" she asked.
The one who had ducked out of the way appeared from the shadows,
"Well, I guess we'll find out."
She said to him, "You better start running now...."