Wilhelm "golem legs" sits alone, puffing a pipe full of oracle wood "its been done..." He says to the open sky, the moon looming above him and shining down like a spotlight in the dark and starry night, his bare skin void of any warpaint "Now ah leave da clan for good. ah dunnae like wot ah did sayin it was fer my tryals. Dinnae like da grudges ah was roped into an 'avin ta 'unt dose ah once saw as friends." He reaches for where his necklace of ears once was, one of them having been returned and the other tossed into the ocean due to not being able to find the person who it belongs to, and the bark of the mother tree that was carved into a small statue of a howling wolf now laying on one of its roots as an offering "May Dungrimm be moy witness to wot ah did... An judge meh to deem meh free o my past an allow meh ta choose ah new one." he stands up and slits his palm open, letting the blood pool on his black and charred hand before pressing it on the open stone beside him, leaving a red handprint there before wandering off to write some birds to people.