Kaldir gave a dismissive grunt at the going one before him. Tower heart gone, minion hives gone, and who else knows gone. This was pathetic really, how everything fell apart after Fathers death. In the end it did not matter, it was time. "Finally." Kaldir said to no one I particular before leaving his siblings behind.

The walk was short in the grand scheme of things, only taking several minutes in all to reach the Forge. Gibblet's forge was Kaldir's favorite room personally, the flames warmed his flesh pleasantly and the ring of a hammer against steel was like music to his ears. Unfortunately it was cold and silent, everything taken from them. It was enough to cause his fists to clench together and his scowl to deepen, whoever took the forge would pay dearly for their transgression.

Luckily for all parties involved, Kaldir found his "gift" upon display. Gibblet had made it in the same vein of his father given their similar build. However it had symbols and busts of wolves instead of minions, most like at the behest of his mother. Interestingly enough his mother had used the pelt of a great black wolf as the cape, an old one at that. The edges where tattered and frayed, giving an air of menace to the already domineering aura of the suit. 

At the feet of the suit lay a simple box with a note. Gingerly he picked up the box and looked at the note, written by his mother.

[i]"My little witch boy, I may not be ready to accept it but[/i] [i]you are ready for the outside world. Remember, aim for the heart, give no mercy, and raise hell."[/i]

Taking the lid off, Kaldir peered inside to find a black scarf. Removing the old one upon his face, Kaldir wrapped it around his head like his mother taught him and when he was done began to don his armor. The minions quickly assisting in its adornment.