The fires in Hill’s Edge smolder. The cries of the wounded and dying are drowned out by the cheers of the victorious defenders of the Vale. The Great Wolf and what remains of his army flees before the griffons of House Mannen’krig.
Blood, great pools of boiling blood ooze from beneath the body of Balariax. She stares at you, her golden eyes burning with hatred as her broken body heaves its last breathe. You hear a faint, draconic voice behind her. “Well done” says Guldrhein. “The Vale is safe, for now. But I have left so much undone. I fear I am unable to carry this burden any further. Destroy the horn… Beware the fang… Find the claw… the horn… the fang… the claw……the horn……the fang……the claw………” His voice fading into silence as his once brilliant scales fade, becoming dulled by death. You are left to ponder Drey’s last words as you hear the marching feet of the king’s entourage approaching.