Life sucks, as always, but today with mud and dogs

After the siege at the Stronghold of Terror seems to have been repelled, the whole place falls to silence and quietness. Naturally, who'd ever want to set a foot out of the walls, before having the absolute certainty that the enemy left to never return? Not a soul, but not everyone has the luxury to choose by themselves.

Someone has to deliver a message to the Obsidian Vaults, to make sure the enemy won't manage to track it down if using magical means. Someone nobody would be sorry for, should he not come back. Actually, somebody everyone would prefer if he didn't return at all.

The person in question is quite known among the Zhi and Hai but not because of skills or deeds, just because of his origins. The son of a prostitute. An half Imperial, bastard son of a prostitute. If there could be anything lower, to the eyes of some sect people, it has yet to be discovered.
Unwillingly and obviously scared to death, the young man had no choice but to leave the Stronghold of Terror to head, alone, to the Obsidian Vaults. Luckily, he is quite knowledgeable of the area and manages to reach his destination without... unpleasant meetings on his way.

The rest is pretty much the usual. He delivers the message, as ordered, but instead of being thanked or praised for his bravery to get there in such a dangerous moment, he is insulted, mocked, hit, treated worse than if he had been their enemy.
Despite there is a very harsh storm outside, the Zhi don't offer shelter to him or to wait till at least the rain will slow down, they literally throw him out of the Obsidian Vaults and to spice it up, they unleash some of their dogs to chase after him, no reason, just to have a good laugh looking at him running away in panic and slipping in the mud with the dogs biting him around.