Spuds, the most detestable once Loa’chil look out and onwards at the ruins. He felt not what he hoped, he thought it would bring him satisfaction a sense of peace seeing the ruins but he felt nothing but a melancholy feeling beset him. Memory clung to him like flies to sugar. Loa’chil trials, His silver cookie necklace he still wore, his many friends he left in his endless pursuit of greed that he would never accomplish in whole. After reminiscing over it all he wandered off back to his home in the rolling hills in the shire.