I can start the rain. Bring thunder. Bring lightning. Want to see?

The heavens listen to what is said on these cobbles. Laws of man and nature come together here. Here you must be firm. Here you must be true.

Arrows are cheap; you're expensive.

So well do I love you, I go to my god singing your praises. When I meet my father, I will tell him I fought beside you.

Now the Fates are here on the beach, three shadows blacker than black, walking through the dunes and looking for their own. Just shadows, lamb-white hands beneath black robes spun of tears, glide among the celebrants on this night wherein the spirits of Thebes have found a home, if serendipitously.

If, as Niko asks, you show them mercy, then the gods will be well pleased.

Strife brings all things into being on her battlefield. This I know. I have been there many times," says Vashanka, lord of sack and pillage. "I have died before.