Sacred Bands and elite squadrons aren't what the mercenaries' guild is about. Field them at your peril.

Humans create their futures every day of every year; only you can alter your worlds.

These Stepsons tread where mortals don't belong, some of us think. They seek out battle high above their station. Who knows what powers may yet take them and their mystic allies to task, bring them their comeuppance?

Listen close and you can hear, Please, bless us and forgive us, and make us good here and strong here. Let us get along here. Let those we love and left behind be blessed. Let us find the proper path and keep to it. Help us act harmoniously, and find work pleasing in the sight of god and man.

If, as you teach, the universe has no beginning and no end, why should we?

I won't go back and live in the sea again.

Be careful what you pray for.