As the rest of the army marches into the protective embrace of the Salt Tower, you go ahead, in search of Midge. Not finding him among survivors, you head back out beyond the wall.

Mud and blood mix in the rain. The charnel house left in the wake of the Wyrm's assault flashing memories of the combat in your mind. Moving to the bodies, you force yourself to go over to the collection of the dead. Turning over one crushed corpse after another you start to gain hope he is not here either, but then you find him.

Laying against the base of a tree, he looks almost like he is sleeping. The cold pallor of his skin tells you otherwise. His usually smiling face is now still and peaceful. Thankfully it had been quick.

While the rest of the bodies are little more than a calculated loss - casualties of war - Midge's strikes a painful chord that makes your breath catch. He had been with you since Bastone, survived ordeals with the plagues and in the Deepwood only to fall here. He deserved better.

Your hand tightens into a fist, hard enough to make your arm begin to tremble. You have no idea how long you stood there, but eventually a soldier comes over and places an arm on your shoulder to stir you back to the present.

Knowing that it will all be for nothing if you do not succeed in what comes next, you head back inside. You must get to Raven's Reach and then to the Heart of Darkness.