[center][h2]Manzur Iman[/h2][/center]
Manzur looks at Ashevelen  - thinking about that offer. Death, while never managing to take Manzur from the mortal plane, comes closer every year. If war, bloodshed, assassination, and disease cannot kill the Butcher then the passing of time will - Death’s ultimate ender for those who have yet to succumb. Manzur knows well that his body cannot last for much longer at this pace, but retirement is not much of an option either - lest in the traditional sense. 

Having decided, Manzur stares at Ashevelen. “You will be my legacy,” Manzur says in a friendly tone - a surprise for a man that does not often give off pleasantries. Either a cruel joke or an odd twist of fate, the Butcher of Bloodied Sands now sees it upon himself to bestow his skills and talents to young Ashevelen. The man renowned for his butchering of Daemonfolk, to now train his former adversary. 

“Pursue? Yes,” Manzur says - being aggressive as always. After all, this was the man that cleared out Takiyah and held Zafeera Pass.