Walking in to the spacious room, you noticed something. A creature, no..a..person? It was Vordt of the Boreal Valley.

Maddened beyond belief. He grunted and shivered, his great mace in hand. He seemed almost rabid. Not enough to immediately lash out but instead act like an animal.

“…Hrregh….”

He could only speak in slow grunts and growls. A sad fate to see for this once noble man.

Allow him to rest in peace.