In the darkness Kopfjagger, the Forsaken rogue was no longer alone. He was unaware that he had company as a troll shaman approached the kneeling figure. He laid a hand on the shoulder of the rogue and let him finish what he felt he had too. The longer he stared at the whiteness of the tombstone the more Kopfjaggers rage built and blocked out the sorrow. He wallowed in it, savored the feeling of it as it coursed through his body. Rage was what he was built for, to release it in the best way possible, by killing. By destroying all that dared to live while his love was in the ground. He switched from love and sorrow to hate and rage as he relived the events following his capture; the soothing sweet voice of the Banshee Queen as she conveyed her disappointment in him. That horribly sweet voi