Frelseren marched along with the others as he brooded. This day had been one fraught with tragedy, grief, and somehow also happiness. He could not deny he preferred "Frelseren" over "9", however he couldn't shake what had happened to his family so easily off his shoulders. One day he will know what happened, perhaps when he finishes this metamorphosis? No matter, battle was on the horizon and Frelseren was aching for blood. Not literally, it wasn't like he was a Feaster, but with no kin to protect his warrior instincts replaced his guardian ones. As he moved along, he took stock of the "beast" that the antlered one had taken. In all honesty he would make a better mount than it, plus it was mean. A fact he learned shortly after moving along with it when it snapped at him with those teeth of its. Giving it a nasty hiss in return, Frelseren backed off a tad but still kept close to the antlered one in case things got hairy. Pointy eared ones made him angry.

As the group got closer, this belief was reinforced when they came upon the army of pointy eared ones. It took a great amount of willpower to suppress his urges to lung at the one that seemed to be the leader as his air of arrogance permeated and invaded his lungs as he breathed in his horrid scent. As talk turned to insults, Frelseren could only seethe while words were said then rebuked from the pointy eared ones high horse. Frelseren was thankful when they left his presence, his patience for his attitude sprained to its limits. The march back was as somber as the first and it did nothing to cheer up his mood. Taking deep breaths, Frelseren willed himself to calm himself for the coming storm. Now was not the time for blood, that would come later. 

When the group came back to the ruins, Frelseren stood over the others as they collected and talked of what to do next. The antlered one spoke of interrogation, something that Frelseren could do. The angry man brought out a mad at the behest of Mundhir and they talked of what the happy man should do. As they finished, Frelseren sent out a message to the others, [i]"If you are in need of an interrogator, than you have found one."[/i] Flicking his feelers out of his hands, Frelseren continued [i]"I have ways of making it painful."[/i]