Duskfire Glacier tartok

the head now placed upon a throne, a grim message to all who'd venture onto the glacier. the poor rogue now made an excellent example; weakness had no place in darukaal. and iosef would be the reaper to snuff it. 

he admired the grotesque display with a smirk. approval—he liked the way faust thinks. a worthy man to follow. a worthy king. iosef would be his hound, his shield, and his sword. "i will collect more. they will line the border." he stated with finality. there was more blood to be shed, there were more examples to be made. 

iosef welcomes the butt of heads with a low rumble and another nudge, as if testing faust's strength. brotherhood was something he didn't take lightly; to have a brother to fight beside, one to die for, was the highest honor. he would ensure the legacy faust will carve for them stay strong. 

"охотись со мной, брат." he rasped. "and this glacier will be yours."