A simple lust for power and control. These lands are mine to oversee and this forgotten conqueror saw me as an obstacle. If he killed me, this land would wither until a new guardian took my place. Instead, he saw fit to trap me.

[Concord bothers to crack a small, sad smirk. He's long come to terms with this tale, but the King helped me heal from it. Warmth against the cold he endured so long...]

His empire failed under the weight of an endless winter he himself caused. No records remain, no stories save the one I have to tell, and I cannot recall his name. A fine revenge, that he is lost to time, with no legacy to speak of.