Hoagie set out early in the morning on his horse for the distant dungeon of Ice. Inside, he had to treat carefully. The ground was treacherous, and his choice of an axe for the day made the holding of a torch impossible. No matter. He could navigate the tunnels blindfolded if he had to. The clanking of armour and footsteps, mingled with the shouted orders of Erik Arkay echoed through his mind.
What would Commander Erik Arkay think of how he had turned out?
A distant roar in the cavern snapped him out of his thoughts. No time to ruminate on the past, now. The white wyrm is waiting.