To right wrongs

After receiving news of Recluses' passing and her children's enslavement the Warlord took a moment to mourn. He had not known Recluse well in her later years, but had respected her when he had been a part of the Ashen Empire. her rise to leadership had been deserved, and it's loss had been a hardship. He should have checked in on her, taken the time to consider what was going on in her life. Perhaps if he had taken an interest, she would not have been alone during the battle that took her life. That was a regret he would have to live with. As would the regret of not knowing her children's fate until now.

The fate of her children was a wrong he would not leave a moment later. Accompanied by the Patoo that had belonged to Recluse, and delivered the news to him, he made the journey.

His regret was heavier than his anger, and it made a strange war of emotions inside of the Warlord. One that left him feeling old and tired as he arrived at the border of his enemy. He sat at her border, the Patoo on his back, and lifted his head. Calling to Medusa.