Sawtooth Spire to endure steadfastly;

i could've, perhaps, praimfaya agrees with him. she reclines upon her huanches, settling down as her frostbound gaze studies him. but i'm not infallible. well trained enough to survive her conclave while her competitors were buried in crogeda's burial grounds. and it's not always about winning. she tries to explain her reasons. there are plenty of lessons to be learned in failing. she says matter-of-factly and then worries once the words are left hanging in the air that he might take her words as patronizing when that isn't how she meant them. just because i'm skilled doesn't mean i'm always going to win. even though her pride — a alluring temptation that she too often falls prey too despite her wise-woman teachings — would very soon come to collect her repentance.