He was back in the village he and his regiment had built, in the valley between Mount Celebund and Mount Dashinak. The dwarves were raiding again; he could hear orders being shouted by the other officers, insults thrown back and forth in Common, and the occasional spell chanted by a bozak.

Kang slammed the hilt of his sword down on the back of the neck of the dwarf he was facing, knocking the hairy little bastard unconscious and taking the short breather to look around. Gloth had apparently been knocked out, slumped against a wall, and he watched as another dwarf, a runty, uglier-than-usual one, ran by laughing gleefully, clutching something it its hands. Squinting, he realized that something was his holy symbol, and growling, he chased after, shouting curses. "By the gods, Selquist, I'll have you gutted for this!"

Selquist merely laughed, dodging draconians as he headed for the village gate, "Only if you can catch me, lizard-brains!"

"Fulkth, close the damn gate!" Kang yelled, nearly tripping over another draco's tail. Instead of the usual wooden door being pulled shut, however, a rickety and rusty portcullis slammed down, and several sivaks, wearing the tabards of the Queen's Own, appeared outside. The medallion in Selquist's hand grew larger, encasing the dwarf's body in black armor decorated with symbols of death as his features shifted to that of a redheaded woman, laughing as she taunted the sivaks with her sword through the portcullis.

"Huzzad!" Kang stopped where he was, his heart practically in his throat, as she turned her head to look back at him and grin. The sivaks backed away, and he watched, paralyzed as one of them pointed a crossbow straight at his friend.

The crossbow twanged as it was fired.