Thala'doe continued to chat with the old ghost until he said something, something unexpected. With that he forced himself to his feet and took off. This town could wait, with a shard of Frostmourn a banquet of souls would be his for the taking! Into the snowy wastes he went, and eventually came upon a small cave. Inside was a maddened Dwarf coveting a shard of the soul-stealing blade. With cruelty Frostbinder slew the man and took the shard, how fools come into the possession of such great things he'll never know. It was in his hands now, he just needed to think of a way to use it. Of course as a safety measure he raised the dwarf as a ghoul ready to serve his High Elven master.