Here? From the Western Grasslands? That is a three day ride. With wounded royalty, make it a week. With him as the wounded royalty, make it two. Have you eaten?

The gravest insult to oneself is one's child. My name will wither now, as it should. If my son... may indeed make it to the gates, with life still in him, Then King he shall be. But until that day comes... it is in no hands but his own.

For what purpose did he serve to the gods. Only to die and be tossed out to the pit of Didomar? Punishment? Perhaps he was a child in secret, banished by his own father. Perhaps he did not even know of his family tree. If his father was so ashamed of his existence, that he banished him to such a forsaken place such as Hallagad, then the nature of the creatures down here become much more understandable.