Bred for generations in the highest peaks of the their land, the captains of the Giant Red-Eyed War Mallards were raised side by side with their impressive mounts, preparing for their days in battle. A lifetime of training, riding, and practicing the life of a soldier trained in deadly combat, these partners had to decide when their final day would come. There were many riders of lesser birds, the skirmish fowl, both men and women, but captains were reserved for the highest ranking female members of society. Usually the second daughter of the King, or the first daughters of the highest ranking Earls of the Kingdom. In times of war the necessity for replacements even at this level was why it was considered such an honor to die in battle. When the day came where both partners decided it was most dire, they would each consume their share of witch's root, one a handful, one a barrel, and the bronze helmet would be riveted into its final place, as the eyes of both raged a violent red.