"(The craven you seek is dead,)" Tycondrius explained. "(He took his own life, yesterday evening.)"
The original pilot of Talks-With-Fire was a shining beacon of morale within Guild Metal Wolf. When faced with the pressure of an unbeatable enemy... he embraced his fears and gave into cowardice.
From what Tycon was told, that fellow didn't even do it well. He asphyxiated himself with a rope or belt.
It was... a slow and excruciating way to die.
Tycon didn't even bother to remember his name.
The elf swallowed the blood in his throat... and nodded. That was enough. He lied still, with his eyes closed... the rage in his heart transformed into grief and helplessness.
"(Name?)" He asked...
"(Tycondrius,)" Tycon answered honestly, "(Chieftain of Tribe Invictus.)"
"(...Do it, then, Tycondrius of Invictus,)" Growling-Bear whispered... "(I have lived... long enough.)"
