After strolling through the rugged mountains of Freljord for almost a day, the fatigue began to weigh on Shiva's muscles. "Where the hell is he?" Shiva wondered, sitting atop the black stallion, tired of searching for Dyce.
As he crested a rocky outcrop, a plume of smoke in the distance caught his eye, signaling the presence of a campsite. Spurred by curiosity, Shiva approached cautiously, his senses heightened and alert. He scaled a towering pine tree with practiced ease, concealing himself among the dense foliage as he surveyed the scene below.
It didn't take long for his keen eyes to identify the individual he had been seeking – a rotund figure adorned in luxurious clothing and dripping with expensive jewelry. The corpulent man's stomach protruded so prominently that it obscured his view of his own feet, confirming the description Shiva had heard of the notorious merchant, Dyce of Soara.
"Man, he surely is a fat pig!" Shiva muttered to himself.
Forsaken by the Gods, I made a contract with the Demon King