Two years had past since Ruggus had been away from Ice Talon Valley, and he didn't intend to leave lately, considering he was the chief priest of the tribe now, the Mayor of the town. He sat on his blue ice throne, carved intricately to make it beautifuly royal looking. The Blue Blood Dwarf's axe, Ice Weaver, was swirling in a ball of water above his hand, the Chief quite bored, even if he was the great leader of a great people.