Glodin had grown tired of riding after four days. His ale reserves had run out the night before and his patience was growing thin as he had no idea how close they were to their destination. Glodin stirred his mule to catch up with the Knight-Captain just as a scene up ahead came into view. Glodin was one of the first to jump from his mount to join the fray, but one of the last to reach the fight. As Glodin made his way through the horses and ran to the fight he stopped next to the wounded officer who was the last of his group. Glodin barely noticed that the fight had ended before he could take a swing at a single cultist, his eyes were on the beast leading them and its familiar broken teeth. As the beast fled Glodin hurled his hammer past the Knight-Captain and at the beast, only to watch it miss by less than a yard of the beasts head and slam into a tree. "YOUR HEAD SHALL BELONG TO ME, BEAST!" he shouted aloud as he readied himself to catch his hammer which came flying back to his hand.