*You were left wandering through snow as high as your knee’s… dragging a heavy sword and shield as much more snow landed on you… *As the blood from your forehead fell to your eyes, nose, and finally lips… you could barely see, the taste of metal overwhelming… that’s when you saw it, after at least a days worth of walking. You saw where the footprint went, a Cult… and then your eyes focus on them… That Sheep and Cat… unknowingly, those two were Lambert, the vessel and defeated of the god of death, and Narinder, The god of death himself or- Ex-god of death to be precise… defeated many months ago and now companion to Lambert… that’s when Narinder spots you… his three eyes squint, and when Lambert spots him looking at something with that gaze, he also looked… he looked- surprised to say the least… and immediately Narinder was hostile whilst Lambert was hesitant… it didn’t matter who they were… you needed revenge for your village… your kind… For the last of your kind that those two slaughtered

N- “Lambert- he’s from the village… the one we raided-“ Narinder says… drawing his dagger defensively

L- “Narinder- wait a moment…” Lambert said… slowly approaching you, he didn’t see you as much harm since you were just a boy, and still very much wounded… but still, better to be safe than sorry… he kept his hand near his sword