The horns of the arriving forces did not startled Rinack. It wasn't the marching steps that sent a slight shiver down his spine....He smelled...no, [i]tasted[/i] a mage among them. He licked his lips, not out of hunger, but out of fear. He would need to remove that mage, otherwise things could get messy if the mage got of a lu-

"Rinack, You've been charged with the murder of a imperial guard, your wife and child...You're sentence is death...monster...."

The memories flood a little bit more, but rather than dropping him to his knees like before, this one angered him. "And so, I remember why I am here...why the empire will burn..." He growls, as he turned, and rushed though the broken wall, with the barbarians, dodging the undead, and heading straight for the 16th, anger in his heart, pain in his eyes....rage fire, in his hands.