Northstar Vale And nobody owes you now

it was true a dark and malevolent thing trailed after mou in that unseen tunnel -- a terrible and swarming malice that seemed to block out what little light the caverns afforded, and walked with the tread of one accustomed to fell darkness. for shardik was made and fashioned in the might of foul blackness; these tunnels were his kingdom, and the shadows his court. he was a beast wrought by some baleful yarn, and sewn to the brim with raw, hostile purpose.

he hunted, scraping along the narrowing corridors like some terrible arachnid, eyes glittering and mouth frothed with foul rime.

he hungered, he thirsted; yet the deeper they drove into those twisting tunnels the more certain shardik was that this wretch was close to its final end; one more twist, one more turn, and the dog's chapter would be closed forever.