With a pair of grimcleavers strapped across his back, one corroded starmetal and the other a vile venom-tainted wood, Son of Wrath arrives in Firewander.  It's a filthy place, but humans always<em>were</em>filthy creatures -- it suits them.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, he doesn't know where to find his nascent sibling, and even the thuggish Slayer is nowhere near dumb enough to go asking around about something<em>that</em>sensitive.  So the plan is simple: step one, find either A) the Chrysalis Grotesque or B) the Wyld Hunt.  Step two, follow B to A if necessary.  Step three, orgy of vitriol-tainted violence.<br/><br/>Hey, if the Wind of Cherry Blossoms wanted something else, it would have called for a Scourge.