All that he has left is a name and a burning desire to kill the mage who turned him into a fast, deadly creature, utterly devoted to its master. True, devotion didn’t go quite right—but does it matter? That’s why “Mih” didn’t do otherwise. He just waited for the right moment to slit the mage’s throat and flee from the accursed city.
Where to? It doesn’t matter. The world is vast, and somewhere in the Empire there will surely be a place for a savage with a light case of amnesia. If not, then Mih will come up with something. After all, what options does he have?