Once The Painter saw these servants of The Nightmare he questioned what they were. Had he made them and forgot? Or had he not made them and there was some other force at play.
The Painter decided to take a look at the new world he created and maintained and found a very dark spot right in the depest, darkest part of his new creation and moved in on it. As stealthily as he could The Painter moved in and saw a horrible, misshapen figure in the corner surrounded by the Dragons, his slaves and was trying to create himself a body but couldn't get it right.
Knowing what The Nightmare was doing the Painter decided to make an army but he needed a soldier. Along came the human. Made almost the same as himself The Painter was very impressed by what he made.
