The door to the Ranger's cabin burst open as a frantic young corporal burst through it, panting and weezing. His eyes flitted around the cabin, searching, and came to rest on the ranger, still sprawled in sleep in the chair near the fire place. The house was dark, cold, and silent. Rushing forward, the corporal shouted.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry, sir... but you've got to get up! Lord Farwulf, he-.... Sir!" the lad shook the Ranger on the shoulder when he didn't rouse, but got no response, "SIR!! Wake up!! SIR!"<br/><br/>Horror reflected in his eyes. Not him too.... The corporal turned, now terrified, and set his course back to the keep. He was panting heavily, out of his mind with panic, when he finally burst back into the gruesome crime scene, "He's... he's dead!! The Ranger! I couldn't wake him!!"<br/><br/>HAving said this, he looked back at the bed where lay the remains of his master, and he paled. His eyes rolled back and he crumpled, limp, to the floor.