Doomed Ring of Wudenkin

Judos the lean mongrel of Wudenkin has seen a flicker of flame from a cave near the Archer's shooting range and had smelt the burning flesh akin to foul meat. He leaned onto the jutted slump of dust into the cave below, whose path snaked and sloped upward. He judged by the snoring and nonsensical grunting that most of them were asleep and unaware and the burning meat put off the smell of fresh human meat. Do undead dream of dead sheep? Judos wondered. He straightened up and lifted his rusty blade that twirled seamlessly like a featherlight cane in his skilled dirty hands. He thrust his leg backwards and charged like a bull down into the cave. The one awake was poking the fire with a leg bone and saw a figure jump out of the flame and put a sword through its head. It took a few minutes to slay the rest in their sleep. When he had removed the head of the biggest one, he knew he had killed the leader of the horrid pack. Amidst the gushing black blood, he saw a ring hanging from a thread that was tied around the brutes neck, which was no more. He lifted the ring and saw it give out a faint light in the darkness like a small kiss of the northern lights. Judos knew this ring was going to change his life as he looked back into the dark depths of the cave as he walked away from the cave and its putrid smell of burnt flesh.