Shank calmly stays in position as a scene unfolds before him, a gray and desolate landscape dotted with ruined and broken down houses. The undead and other dark monsters dot the landscape as a small goblin wanders the houses searching for food, his emaciated frame skeletal as he laughs and feasts upon the rotting carcass of a diseased bird.
"Weakness. You were worthless and had no beliefs , starving and deprived of even a family as they were slaughtered and gone soon after birth." The voice of Rathe politely monologues as Shank smiles watching his younger self struggle.
The scene fades to show a older version of himself, a notch in his ear and a blade in his shoulder as he rips the throat of an orc out with his teeth. A manic laugh fills the clearing as the war band nod and leave their caged beast behind, the goblin laughing happily as he uncages the massive widow and climbs atop its back before riding off into the land of the dead and destitute.
