"My Lord, are you certain about allowing the assassin to do as she pleases? That living is consumed by madness" both hands tightly held behind his back, a horned undead dressed nearly completely in white stood a small distance behind, to the side of Loimos.
Standing atop the great wall built upon the south of Belliste, the general was overlooking the progress upon the very last invasion that would be taking place on this continent, after this, it would be up to him to defeat Irlke Combuscrus in a face-off, although the vow that had brought about the need for a confrontation against the warking alone could easily be broken, Loimos was still planning on honouring this duel, it was a great opportunity to garner the complete respect of the north.
