One lot apiece, one chance to undo an error or secure a fate.

And Tempus thought then that nothing was more worthwhile than what was growing in this whitewashed barracks, where he has come to build a force such as men or gods have never seen - a force worth reckoning with, if you were of a mind. And something was of that mind. And something else opposed it. He should have expected that. Battle in the heavens, battle on the earth.

This is for you. A mage named Randal told me to give it to the Band if you ever came back. 'It surmounts evil,' he told me, 'keeps doom at bay.'

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

Everything that anyone respects is what men naturally excel at: fighting, accruing wealth, playing at power.

Death's easy to find. If She wants you, you'll meet Her here as well as anywhere.

Makes you wonder if the gods are always right.