Deep within the walls of the hallowed arena, two figures stride across a muddy and battered clearing.

They approach the peaceful corpse of a fallen warrior, laid upon a cairn in eternal slumber.

Wings furled neatly behind him, clad only in simple padded armor, he looks to the untrained eye to be merely sleeping.

A dagger and a sword are grasped in either hand and the body is covered with scars of past battles.

The two figures pause for a moment, bow before the cairn, then the short, stumpy dwarven one raises a torch above his head.

Bowing his head, he thrusts the torch into the piled wood of the cairn. Bone dry and aged, the wood quickly catches flame.

The two figures step back as the mortal remains of Tessaron are given to the fire.

The cairn burns brightly, the smoke rising to the heavens and Valhalla, where Tessaron will finally find peace and an end to war.

The two figures turn away from the cairn and stride out of the arena.