No respect around here

The Warlord had just made his way home from the long journey to the Hallows when a call rang out at his borders. Already feeling old, heartsick, and very much done with all the dramas in his life, he turned in the direction of the howl. He sighed, recognising the caller. He picked up his tired feet again, and fell into a trott towards Recluse.

He saw the white marked woman not too long after that, and nodded his head towards her. “Recluse, I know why you're here.” He said, and not one to beat around the bush, he gave her the answers she was looking for. “Deathbelle, in a fit of depression, came to my borders and asked me to either take her life then and there, or take her on as a slave. I believed that in making that decision, she had broken away from you. If I was wrong, I will show you where she is, if you please. If I was not wrong, I can still show you where she is, you must be worried. I sent her to an old friend hoping a change of scenery might help her ailing mind.” he raised a paw, and tiredly rubbed his head. “If I’d been thinking more clearly, I would have called for you. But it was shell shocking to hear her say it.”