"Nay, all I want is a message to be sent to the Marquis, tell him of my return and tell him that I wish for a ceremony to be held to mourn those lost in the folly of my Hunt, and tell him I will be where the Wolves' Den once stood. If he comes have him come alone, he will know why, otherwise I will meet him here when its time for the ceremony. Also send word to the Prince that I am coming as soon as that ceremony is finished, I will show the him what he asked for me to retrieve."
With that said Trent turned to Tiakath and spoke once more,
"You see it as bravery, I see it as folly, and pure idiocy on my part. I caused the death of three of my closest friends, and brought severe harm to you. The wounds I suffered from this battle is not enough to pay for the harm I've caused, but I think you for those words nonetheless."
Standing up he shrugged off the physicians,
"You can care for my wounds later, I will not be cared for till the ceremony has ended, till then I shall go to my place of worship."
With that he gave a quick goodbye to Tiakath and shrugged off the last attempts of the physicians before heading to the stables to get a horse. He was heading for the only shrine dedicated to his God, the only one ever built, it was where he went to pray and ask for redemption, to ask for aid on his Hunts, and the like.
As far as he knew he was the last person that worshiped her, before his parents had passed away two or so years ago his father had once told him that he would be the Last Hunter, that worship of Zelatek either ended with him, or flourished. He was unsure how that would go, but he knew he would try to convince others to worship her, he had seen her works help him in his Hunts, but now was not the time, now was the time for mourning.