Deidre accompanied Athanaric and his son Yisugai on a journey with no real purpose as it seemed. Old Athanaric had been driven by some kind of unrest since the finish of the Serbian Turney in Duklja some days ago.

He became increasingly weird and made strange remarks that culminated in one last quote before their training fight yesterday:"Let's go, I've got all my bags packed, it's time to leave, I'm ready." He picked up his sword and charged Deidre. The training fight raged back and forth but Athanaric had not been as strong anymore as a few years before. One last stroke of him made him stumble when he lost balance and subsequent strange breathing noises did not sound very good and then he fell like a tree.

Deidre hurried to catch him but he fell right before her and murmured:"May the last trip begin! Remeber Deidre. I got you into Prussia - ah that old empire of ours, all those old friends, Wulfgar, remember him? And Barty. And then those polish brothers betrayed us! I wish you luck my sone and do not look back, just remember, don't trust a Pole!" He gave a long sigh of relief and piecefully passed away.

Rest well my old friend, I shall miss you! So Yisugai and Deidre buried him in the black soil of the Ukraine. Unable to think clear, she and Yisugai just continued their journey eastward beyond the last outskirts of the Pecheneg empire and felt free, free like birds.

They were keen to start a new life and leave their old one behind...