Strife brings all things into being on her battlefield. This I know. I have been there many times," says Vashanka, lord of sack and pillage. "I have died before.

Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.

So well do I love you, I go to my god singing your praises. When I meet my father, I will tell him I fought beside you.

Deception is a tactic: use it. Do whatever it takes to win.

Go carefully, child of mat, where no mercy can be had, and let your faith lead you on.

Gather the shards of your courage. Patch together what resolve you can. We'll find this thing - and kill it.

There must be a corps that will battle for righteousness, for there are endless battalions who serve unrighteousness.