Somewhere, the Hound of Daeland sits, the man who was once Malcolm Douglas, a brother in arms of the Koeng places his face within his hands for he had gained some gnarled form of immortal torture, he was not what he once was, a beast and apex predator in sheeps clothes. Yet, he contemplated the death of this ally and a man whom he regarded as friend, for Sigismund was granted reprieve and for that the creature did envy.
"Farewell brother in arms, until we walk the battlefield once more...."