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- That was great, but now I have to hear your favorite story!
- You can't top that story. Farewell!
- I'm preparing to defend a prisoner accused of being a Flame Legion spy, and I need to try out my argument on someone. You'll have to do.
- What's the evidence?
- What's your argument?
- Not now. Bye.
- I'm preparing to defend a prisoner who is suspected of being a member of the Flame Legion, and I need to sharpen my argument on someone.
- What is the evidence against the prisoner?
- What is your argument?
- He openly suggested that we be permitted to worship gods again. And while he claims he doesn't believe Gaheron Baelfire is a god, he does insist that gods exist.
- Those are dangerous claims.
- Hm. Good luck.
- I'll ask the tribunal to consider whether our real enemy is faith itself, or rather those who use faith as a means to subjugate us.
- You've got your work cut out for you.
- The prosecution says his views are poisonous. Our history has shown that worshipping gods carries a heavy penalty. They're afraid we'll return to another dark era of false gods.
- How do you hope to defend him against these charges?
- I am not trying to prove it is good, only that it is not necessarily evil.
- We'll see how it turns out.
- He says there's too much complexity all around us, and that it all must have been the work of some creator.
- One individual's ignorance proves nothing. That's all I have to say.
- I suppose you're here to mock me too? They call me "Vere the Coward." "Vere" because it's what my parents called me until they disowned me. And "Coward" because I deserted my warband.
- You abandoned your comrades?
- I'll keep moving. Good-bye.
- I'm sure Ysvelta will be glad to see us. We'll free her and escape the camp together.
- You could be trying to convince me to break out just so the Wardens have an excuse to cut me down.
- It's going to take more than taunts to convince me.
- These people are evil. You aren't one of them. Return to the Grove with me, and put all this behind you.
- We were in the Brand. Outnumbered ten to one. I begged my legionnaire to retreat, but she refused and sounded the charge.
- It is marvelous! I have been chosen to lead the next attack on the village of Astorea. The court will free them—and I will free you.
- I must walk the loop every day, telling my story to all I see, confessing my shame to strangers. After ten years, I'm to be exiled to some distant, desolate hole.
- I thought deserters were sent to the Bane to fight for their lives.
- Usually are. But they decided a slow painful death wasn't cruel enough for me. So, here I am. Pacing and confessing my shame to all. But then, they say every coward earns his fate.
- We've just been issued our orders. Our warband is gating out soon.
- Where have you been assigned?
- Whatever Alastia was doing, it's the province of mortals, not gods. I'll go with you and infiltrate the pirates.
- I see. Well, enjoy the war, soldier.
- No idea. My legionnaire's a real "need-to-know" type. All she said is we're to rendezvous with Centurion Rabidblood somewhere near the Ascalon Basin.
- Doesn't that narrow it down a little?
- Your warband is named Eye. Why?
- That's all I have to say.
- Well, that could mean either ghosts or the Brand, depending on whether we march east or north. Doesn't matter. I'm looking forward to finally getting my paws dirty.
- Fight well, soldier.
- Because we have a keen eye, unblinking, always watching. And we like the idea of an all-seeing eye, floating around, eye guts dangling. And because we go for the eyes of our enemies.
- Good job.
- Okay. Good luck.
- Stand proud before this testament to our heroic victory over human occupation.
- So this is the legendary Stormcaller?
- I have somewhere to be.
- Stormcaller, the enchanted horn. The human tyrant, Rurik, sounded this instrument of evil to call lightning and death down upon our great hero, Bonfaaz Burntfur.
- So this was some great battle between the charr and humans?