Urgar couldn't believe his son was missing—the very concept seemed absurd, impossible, an insult to everything Kraghul represented. There was no way goblins would be strong enough to take him, not his son who had inherited his strength, who could tear through lesser warriors like parchment. Kraghul was a force of nature, a warrior who had led successful raids since his teenage years, who had never known true defeat in single combat.
Urgar knew there had to be another reason for the silence. Knowing his son's personality—impulsive, arrogant, prone to chasing glory or pleasure when it suited him—this must be Kraghul messing around before returning home. Perhaps he'd found a conquest worth pursuing, a challenge that intrigued him, or simply decided to extend his campaign without bothering to send word. The boy had always been independent to a fault, dismissive of protocol when it didn't suit his purposes.
