Despite this, during the almost seven days we rode together, in silence, towards his goal, he didn't try to leave me again.
Eventually, we came to a mountain, and started climbing, soon reaching a gate to what turned out to be a giant necromancers' lair, carved into the mountain.
William slammed the door open and demanded to see their master, and the nearest apprentice just bowed, saying the master had expected to see him sooner, and alone, but that he was welcome regardless.
I was instructed to wait while William was with the master, and was shown a room.
I spent close to a fortnight waiting, the apprentices bringing me food and water, until finally, William emerged, only, changed.
He fetched me, and told me we were riding to Karal right away, saying nothing of what had happened behind the oaken doors I'd seen him vanish through.
We rode at double pace the entire way to Karal, buying new horses when our old ones were nearing death, riding through the night and sleeping in the saddle, a sense of urgency in the air even though no news of invasion had reached our ears.
When we finally arrived, our fears were confirmed.
Karal was burning, the castle crumbling, and the bodies of the dead laying in piles or shallow graves, as nomadic barbarians feasted on stolen food and drink.
William roared and charged into the revelling horde of barbarians, and despite the fact I was certain it would mean our deaths, I followed, my mind filled with hatred for these vermin who had destroyed everything and everyone I'd known and loved for my entire life.
Whether by the grace of the divine, or because of William's new powers, I can't say, but within an hour, we found ourselves surrounded by the dead, with any remaining nomads having retreated to inside the castle, barring the gate.