Sunspire Mountains scindo

Sivugat had no grandiose vision of himself. He was the snake under heel at the best of times. Learning now of the man's desire, to build something, to create someone strong enough to lead, he saw nothing but struggle ahead for himself. More wolves to bow to. More bodies fighting for control of him. More teeth to be used upon him when, inevitably, he was subjugated.

This earned nothing but a scowl.

As for a name, he had only one thing to say: I was never named. Call me what you want, like all the others before you. That was how the contract worked; he would assume this identity and keep it until it was suitable not to.

Tuur, Karst, Nuak, Sivugat ---

What did it matter what he was called, when really the question was always, what can you do for me?