“The new guy asked for silence, the rest obeyed. His voice was cracky, but loud. 'This match is not just for Daroth Gûl. It's for Durth Leth'Iaim as well', hinting at the brutal death of a faithful warrior in the first game. Their voices roared in anger, and adrenaline pumped through their blood. Ogres were next.

Niennis fell. There was no time for grief. New warriors would be recruited. The ceremony was short. They knew they had to go on without him.

Then, a small, white haired, somewhat chubby dark elf entered the burial chamber. 'I am here to help', he chuckled. 'I am the doctor'. ”