Description
Deep inside her heart, Ghes is a simple woman. A warm bed to sleep in, ale to drink and blood of her people’s enemies to spill are enough to make her satisfied. So, when the beds were set ablaze, the ale was spilled across the halls and her people’s blood painted the empty walls red, Ghes knew true anger; true rage. And she had only one to blame: Arzan, with his damned cultists. Those people tore apart Ghes’ life for a few more bodies added into the pit, a few more sacrifices to their bloodshed. They will all pay for what they’ve done.