After the wounded were treated and the flames of the pyres had dimmed to glowing coals, Lumberling called for Skarn. The sun was low, casting long shadows over the scorched dirt.
Skarn approached, blood still staining his leather straps and fur-lined pauldrons. He dropped to one knee, head bowed. "You called for me, my Lord?"
Lumberling nodded. "You fought with honor. You commanded your cavalry well. Your leadership saved many lives."
Skarn didn't respond with words—only thudded a fist to his chest.
"You've earned a reward," Lumberling continued. "And more than that… you've earned my trust."
"Skarn," Lumberling said, brushing off his hands, "I've decided to give you a gift."
The captain blinked. "My Lord?"
Just as he had done with Gobo1 and Gorrak, Lumberling performed the essence ritual. After a renewed pledge of loyalty, he guided Skarn to the captured wolves.
