The Sunspire a quarter for your looks, a penny for your thoughts

It had taken the seasoned champion nearly a day to trek halfway up the mountain, joints aching in his middle age through overuse and poor recovery. It pained him to admit his golden years had passed but as time finally began to catch up and wear him down, Sanguinus knew his time of service was nearing its end. Perhaps he still had a good year or two should he be fortunate enough to find a worthy master, but the past few months had left him empty handed and with little hope.

Yet he had faith that somewhere within these wilds there was someone worthy of his service. There was always the option of persuading a child into accepting the terms of his contract but that would require him to wait until summer and the beast craved to serve now.