As Lord Felwinter's apprentice, you knew about his ruthlessness towards warlords. He was more ruthless and violent than the other Iron Lords. When you heard that Felwinter had challenged Warlord Shaxx, you couldn't help but question if he was being serious.

You stood infront of a wooden oak table, standing near Felwinter as you listened in to the conversation he, Lady Efrideet, and Lord Saladin were having. 

"He advises us to enter from the south wall, which is destroyed." Felwinter said, his gaze shifted on the letter before him.

"This is your plan?" Efrideet chimed in, skeptical.

"Your plan is Ill-advised; a waste of time." Saladin said, crossing his arms; glaring at Felwinter. You stood silent, feeling lucky to even be invited to this debriefing. You knew that Efrideet and Saladin were right, but there was no denying your ruthless mentor.

You knew Lord Shaxx had never been beaten in a fight, so the fact that you were forced to stand beside Felwinter was most definitely embarrassing. Your eyes traveled up the ruggish warlord. This was who your mentor was angering.

"Give up your territory and join us. Let us show you how powerful your Light can become.” Felwinter shouted out to Shaxx, his voice boomed.

“Strong words. I’ll wager you said the same thing to Citan. Before you killed him and his Ghost.” Lord Shaxx grunted. His voice sharper than a blade. You continued listening to their back and forth banter. The tension rising. Before you knew it, Felwinter gave you a command.

"Finish the warlord."

Suddenly, Shaxx had balled his hand into a fist and delivered a blow straight to Felwinters head, literally taking his head off. You stared at Felwinter's body, lifeless. Before you knew it, Shaxx had his weapon aimed straight at your head.

"You listen to me carefully. I don't know what your affiliation with Felwinter is, but killing you as I killed him would be wrong of me." Lord Shaxx grunted, standing tall and proud. The snow under him crunched and you felt the cold soft snow pile on your shoulders.