Time ravages all things. From the most unassuming of grasses to the mightiest of peaks. ------------------------------------------------ The last thing Sir Silas saw as the mammoths foot crushed down his body was a familiar white raven flying towards his face. Then came the feeling of numb as his vision clouded. The last thing his body registered was his grip upon his war maul. Kvitravn had come to guide the nordling home at long last. ---------------------------------------------