|Chapter 17: End in Fire|
Unexpectedly, Saltheart Foamfollower returned.
He shambled out of the night like a massacre metaphored in flesh--an icon of slaughter. He was everwhere smeared in blood, and much of it was his own. The wound on his forehead covered his face with a dark, wet sheen, and through the stain his deep eyes looked sated and miserable. Shreds of Cavewight flesh still clung to his fingers.