Survival's the thing, isn't it?
The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance.
What doesn't bend must break, when dooms are apportioned and destiny takes the lead. As it will now, and as it must, until this struggle ends.
A wise one determines his own fate.
War is all and king of all
You're not one to take lightly, to love of for an evening and leave of a dawn.