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.

The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance.

Nothing he knew of, enunciated life like death.

Look around you. It's an honor to fight beside you. Today we choose to fight. For the freedom to fight on other days. So we remember what's worth fighting for.

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.

Humiliation sets armies marching, empires falling, breaks hearts and minds and souls.

I see all sorts of things when I'm clearing my pipes.