The once proud paladin of Tyr, Skold Hattensbern, lie dead in the bath. His own longknife jutting abruptly from his chest. His murderer, Tiz walked silently to the oaken door. She turned to look coolly at the remains. ' Don't think I'm done Man. On the other side of this door wait all the women you've wrongly accused or punished far to severely for their crimes. To think you 'had' something on me. No one ever can find me, if I so choose not to be. No proud one, I wanted to find you and set things right. Tell Hel hi for me when you see her.' She openned the door. On the other side stood eight terrified women, all victims of Skold's 'justice'. His justice not Tyr's, for the god would not allow such atrocities be labelled 'justice'. For Skold's demise came into being through Tyr's influences. Tiz softly declared to the women, 'He is your to do with as you wish.'