The Rider's Pact ghost Never loud

Never loud

never clumsy — just enough to keep close the little things that make the day shine

the mourned

the windows latched

Forged in silence

The Rider's Pact ghost Never loudThey speak of a knight draped in dark steel, whose steed was no mere beast of flesh and bone, but a creature of flame and will the ancient wyrm, Vaelrix. No bridle ever touched his scaled neck, no bit ever caged his fangs. It was not dominance that bound him to the knight, but a pact older than oaths and heavier than armour. In the deepest crypt of a forgotten citadel, sealed in molten wax and blood, they struck their accord: the knight would ride,