He’s dead. He’s finally dead and by my hand. It may have taken an entire forest full of nightmares to catch him but he is dead, dead, dead, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD, DEAD… and I killed him!!! It’s fitting that the little shit will end up being used as fertilizer. Sure, I had to swear some oath to that rotten treant to get out of this place but it’s worth it. Those trees will never get the blood stains out of what’s left of their tablet.Phew, what a weight off my shoulders… time to focus on this civil war!