His chambers held an eerie tune as you stood in them, your uniform and sword bloody from what you had done. Vorkanol, your king, the tyrant gazed at you with cold eyes. A cruel smirk painted on his lips.

"I expected nothing less of you, mutt. They had started to annoy me quiet a bit…”

He was cruel and blood thirsty but you stayed loyal to him. After all you were his loyal dog.