Captain’s throne in Ochkanatlan. His body sitting cold and still, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his other on the throne. It had been several days since his sacrifice, but the sight of him was like... as if he were still alive.

There he was, sitting limp on that throne, mere feet away. He's not moving... Like at all... But slight breathing can be seen, what giving you hope... There are black ice around the place... Decorating the Throne and reminding of sacrifice. His spirit probably somewhere, hiding in the Night Kingdom, trying to find the rest and peace he sought.