In his youth, the warming glow of his amber eyes and luxurious black hair was a demarcation of his status as nothing less than a hero of his lands. Women and men whispered of him being an incarnation of an old war god. His bellows were echoed in the hearts of men long after his campaign brought his country to peace. Even still after his hair had fallen out, and his eyes shadowed over. The flesh and its insatiable need for bloodshed remained.