Zane grins as his sword pierces the chest of some poor stranger with a slick crunch. Fire burns around him, the forest surrounding the quaint little village of Dragon's Spine, which was little more than rubble now. With a happy hum, he pulls his gore-soaked weapon from the man and sheaths it, turning to gaze upon the proof of his power. "Beautiful," he purrs, committing the sight, the smell to memory, walking deeper into the village to look for any powerful magic items he may have missed.