Down in the valley, where the storm did not quite reach, the pilgrims flocked around Nalia and Yidna, who assured them that the sounds of destruction they heard would not come for them as well. As they tried to calm the people, a child pointed to the hill behind them, exclaiming; "Seton!"

The people turned to the hill to see the Frost King looking down on them, the storm raging behind it and its bloodstained ax clasped in its hand. It stared at them for a moment before a bellowing voice like that of a primal beast echoed into the valley for all to hear.

"The promise stands broken. Hear my words, and obey my command. Mercy and second chances were given, but no longer. Those who set foot on the hills and mountains of the Frost King for any reason shall be hunted and killed, and their blood will be on their own hands. Remain in this valley, and no harm shall come upon you. So it shall stand."

After speaking, the Frost King threw the severed head of the wyvern from the hill, and it crashed to the ground before the people.

"The bones of this beast will be a reminder of the command I give you," the king bellowed. "And the hunter sent to slay the mightiest of beasts shall be the same that hunts you, should the command be broken." When done, the Frost King turned to leave, and the storm receded, leaving the people to stare in awe.

After homes had been established for the people, the very next thing built was an altar of stone, at the top of which the skull of the wyvern was fastened so that it looked down upon the newly-built village below. In sun, rain, and snow, the altar stood, and was not once moved or altered. The people looked upon it daily, and the hollow eyes of the skull looked back, offering both a reminder of protection, and a solemn warning of consequence.

So long as the altar stood, no human soul set foot upon the mountains, and the village saw prosperity, and protection at the hands of the Frost King. And when food ran thin, the people waited in the valley for the dragons to come, knowing what would become of them should they march up the hills once more.

And in tribute to the hunter who had been sent to slay the beast, and the Frost King that now watched over them, at the bottom of the altar, a stone slab was placed, and these words were inscribed upon it:

Memorial to the Wyvern Hunter, Seton,
Frost King of the Mountains and Protector of the Valley
Fruitful be his hunts, and long be his reign
May our promise hold ever true.