Raleth was walking around the swamp, bored, and drunk, as always. He found himself to be in a rut, only leaving the swamp to get supplies for Zetzray. In fact, Raleth felt he was getting weak. He had not battled anyone of worthy praise in a while, and felt his skills were becoming rusty. He couldn't fight the boars since Zetzray never gave him any to fight, and the last one he fought nearly died. Raleth howled loudly, he was so BORED!!