Dark, slitted eyes darted across the room. An abnormally tall TzHaar reclined in his throne. He was cvered in hulking white armour and wore an ornate mask over his face. The mask looked like the skull of a snake. The TzHaar was sifting through his memories, and how he came to be. War in the Fourth Age had changed him from noble warrior to bloodthirsty killer. He was the leader of a unit, which consisted of a motley crew of Khazard troopers. He is a general, and was sent on a suicidal mission by the TzHaar for previous crimes to his people. "For King Shareen!" the gnome gasped.