He couldn't help but be full of vengeful rage, his left eye searing with agony beneath the bandages. If there was even an eye left. He did well in not showing the pain, dried blood still mixed with red paint across his firmly set and stoic face.

The bastard who bested him still had a bounty on his head and Navadyn was still going to collect, eyes be damned. Hell, he might have fun with it. An eye for an eye, as they say. Days of agony for days in turn. Was he above torture? Hm...

His horse interrupted his thoughts, slowing down at the sight of a snake. A rat snake of all things, minding its own business as it warmed itself in the only patch of sun on the cobblestone road. His mouth twisted into a frown.

"Dammit, Enoch. Go." He gave the horse a spur and a yank of the reins. But the Imperial Hunter was as stubborn as its master, and the horse stood firmly in place.