This one is cold.
He's never been known to complain of such before, having grown up amidst ice and snow, but.. All the same, he is cold. Everything has been one long blur for quite a while now, one can't remember how long he has spent up here, in this horrible place. Angmar.
This one misses his family.
He hopes they all managed to make it out, and that they did not come looking for him after he was separated from the group. One regrets that he was careless enough to have been spotted while scouting north, but there was nothing he could do except run, and hope he could cause as much a distraction as any for whatever Fiontann's plans were to work. But now, there is only silence.. A dreadful, eerie silence that one does not enjoy, nor can he tolerate. He wishes to return home, to a warm fire, a soft bed, good company and.. Mathildah..
This one has tried his hardest to gather information, tracking down anything he thought could give him news of his group, but so far nothing has came up. One hasn't had a good meal in days, and no doubt he is looking worse for ware, but he shall carry on, he shall certainly not rest while there may be a chance he can help someone up here. He has been helping the odd slave here and there where he can, doing his best to free as many people as possible, but one must return home soon.. If the rest of his group made it out, no doubt he shall be needed south once more. In his latest venture, he begain shadowing a patrol the other day, which led him to some kind of fighting arena, all very blood-drenched, loud and uncivilized. Typical. How they are able to take joy in the massacre of their own people perhaps one shall never understand.. But he did manage to catch one thing amidst the undignified bloodshed, one that was being shouted louder than anything else. Morthwyl. One is curious to see what such a thing is. Is it a man? A beast? A monster? One can't be sure, but whatever it is, he doubts it is good news.. In his experience, such joy would usually mean that this entity was winning, and from the horrible noise that was being created from the crowd, that is definitely anything but good..
If this one is still unable to find anything on his family's location.. Perhaps he will be able to do one last good deed before he escapes this wretched land, and rid this place of their entertainment.. Their.. Morthwyl..
