Drakkon looked out over the ruins of his destroyed home wondering what he could do. he was a greater shaman but not even he could kill the damn doomguard. he had a limit to the amount of control he had over the elements. so he watched hopelessly as his brothers were forced to work for the legion. he cursed himself for not fighting when they still had had a chance. he had thought that the dreghood would simply assassinate the betrayer but they never had. he guessed he would have to return to what survivors there were eventually. but he wanted to sit here for a moment and be sad for the loss of his village