Has anyone ever told you the story of the mountain and the hound? Lovely little tale of brotherly love. The hound was just a pup six years old maybe, Gregor a few years older already a big lad already getting a bit of a reputation some lucky boys just born with a talent of violence. One evening Gregor found his little brother playing with a toy by the fire, Gregor’s toy, a wooden knight. Gregor never said a word he just grabbed his brother by the scruff of his neck and shoved his face in the burning coles held him there while the boy screamed while his face melted.