He would have what was rightfuly his. It might take longer than expected but he would have it come hell or high water. Shielding his eyes from the softly falling snow, force of habit, he looked up at the Citadel he once called home. The towering structure reaching into the slate grey clouds, looking for all the world like a tailors needle piercing a bolt of drab cloth. Chains clink together as he shakes his head as if to remove such bothersome thoughts. Twisting his head around he looks back at the stragglersin the party, his eyes drifting to one in particular. The heavily scarred, grey haired Paladin was helping the others who were more affected by the snowy terrain. Looking away quickly when she looks up he mounts the massive stone steps. Metal shod hooves clicking so loudly in the overwhelming silence. Standing in front of the massive iron doors he looks for a latch or a lever, anything that will grant them entrance.Armored paws run along the lengths of the doors, looking for some purchase. Tattered ears twitch as the sound of metal ringlets jingling ascends the steps, stopping behind him. Without even having to look he knew who it was on smell alone.
"Come to help Paladin?" His voice dripping with contempt.
"Not on your life you rotting carcass. I merely come to watch you fail miserably." The tone of her voice matching his.