The Grand Khan had not visited the tomb since then, though guards stood watch over it and servants kept it clean of any dust or debris. Indeed, the ogres of Garantha had seen little of their lord since his return. The revolt spurred by the Titans had collapsed without them or their puppet to shore up support. No other ogre desired to face he who had vanquished the sorcerers and reshaped the land. Golgren’s rule was restored.
Despite that, though, the Grand Khan did not issue any great edicts preparing his people for conquest of the other races. He did not summon his warriors from around the realm to lead them into battle. He did not even receive the many missives sent to him by the Solamnics and others. Those rested unopened next to his throne, ignored as if they did not even exist. Indeed, all that the half-breed once disparagingly named Guyvir-unborn- had conquered was ignored.
Instead, the once-ambitious Golgren sat day after day, staring at a worn, elven tapestry. It had been restored with the rest of the palace by Sirrion’s creation, or perhaps it was one of the last gifts of a sympathetic Kiri-Jolith.
A tapestry of an oak tree …