[Gold]

After a short trip around the broken settlements the Vulture learns of Cayden's death. He has a short conversation on how to move forward and makes his ways home. He thinks back on how often Cayden was fighting for his ideals, the man was a passionate flame that met just about any problem head on. At least that was his definition of him as he observed from the shadows.

"Ya the last one I expected ta die, thought of ya as unbeatable."

His hatred for magic grows as he places down yet another flower. A small tradition filled with a bit of anger here and there. 

It was time for the Vulture to spread his wings over the settlement riddled with death.