His name was Canard, and he came from the Frozen Norths. He was the greatest Axefighter the world had ever seen, and he fought on behalf of the downtrodden and weak. But he needed me around, and gave me all the rewards and spoils he got in exchange for me to hang around.
Not to help fight, I was useless. But his Gods had stated that true warriors had to die in battle but return home afterwards. I agreed to this, assuming anyone capable of killing him would kill me too.
But then we fought this necromancer...
He's coming home.
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