Dragoncrest Cliffs the world's grave. not ours.

If one were to ask him, years from now, if he could recall this horror, Kaertok would say he could not. There were only flashes.

A bear.

Chacal.

Rosalyn.

Rosencrantz.

Erzulie.

Njord.

Raleska, dead.

No thoughts were in his mind then. Only hellbent rage like the others that this large creature should die. Die for stealing the thing away from them that he knew Rosalyn and Erzulie loved. Die for stealing the thing away from him that he had come all this way for. Die for killing her.

It was now five against one, and Kaertok was confident that the odds were not in the bear's favor. They would rip the bear limb from limb, or they would all lay dead at its feet.