I think we're all in Cime's army now. But never mind, the Storm God hasn't forgotten us. Heaven is no farther away than it ever was.
Everything that anyone respects is what men naturally excel at: fighting, accruing wealth, playing at power.
Haste breeds error; error breeds woe.
You're not one to take lightly, to love of for an evening and leave of a dawn.
Painful things are quickly forgotten.
Die never for a god, Nikodemos who should know better - not your soldiers' god, nor any other.