With the wight now gone, the man recoils his spiked chain and carefully rest it over his strong shoulder. Turning to face Sigmund, the stranger gives him a gracious bow.<strong>"In any case, your assistance was appreciated."</strong>Walking up the hill, the man retrieves his horse, a fine lippozan mare.<strong>"Nasty things, wights!"</strong>He hisses under his breath, as he began to lead his shaken mount back down, towards Sigmund.