At last, that wretched cat came out to play. I, Sartol the great slayer, will have my revenge for the humiliation I suffered ages ago.

The last time we faced one another that so called champion Galdion wounded me in the tail with a cursed weapon that would have slowly killed me if I had not cut it, but that is a wound that will never heal. That remainder has served me to become his absolute antithesis, so next time we meet things will be different and that moment will come soon. The lords of the underworld have taken notice of his entrance in action and knowing our history I was their first option as a response.

I have waited for this battle for so long that I fear he might have forgotten me, but I will certainly make him remember, before I make my triunphal march all through the underworld wearing his fur as trophy.