Tregan watched the sunrise from atop a small hill overlooking the southern lands of the castle..his weight rested on the staff of his axe..the weapon being as tall as him in his human form..the cool breeze blew the wisps of hair from his face..the tight and finely wrapped warrior braid brushing along his shoulder as he eyed the land..he'd come to this land many years ago..but not as its friend...he came to plunder it and found a new calling..but why... was he the man Bennie was looking for over a year ago? ..yes..yes he was..but he was no longer that man...his nostrils drew deep of the fall air..his eyes slowly closing as his lips pursed.. " may this autumn be calm..and may my people never find this place" *he whispered almost in a prayer as he picked up his axe in his hand and made his way down the hillside torwards town..