Niko, you're halfway to where you need to go. It's the most dangerous time. And all the gods and forces have a stake in you, Hero. Or do you want to be just a memory, a cult somewhere, with people sacrificing horses to your name?
All gods are tricksters, and war gods worst of any.
You three have done quite enough today: all of you and your feckless, treacherous god.
But she has found real love, and love can heal and save.
Her idea of who's worth what ain't mine.
The city guardsmen were like the keres, doom-bringers of merciless vengeance.