The sun has went to its slumber over the horizon. The three full golden moons is out, accompanied by the glimmering stars, bathing the Plains of Rgun with their light. The wind blew softly that night. Similar to Gastone's sanity. In the Plain of Rgun, the son of Grailson was able to think straight that night, sitting by the campfire that he assembled not long ago. His hammer lay beside him, always close, always ready to be picked up and swing to protect its owner, always ready to kill. He wondered whether the after life was real. Fate has been very unfair to him. He lost everything he hold dear. The herd, his wife, his son, even himself, all was gone. What he have now was only the vengeance. Revenge against all predators is what he wants. He hated the deities that he thought would protect him and his family. His belief in them was shattered. His thoughts made him grunt and shake his head. Time to think of other things else his sanity would disappear.