Hoshor Plains convoco

"the same could be said of any creature. or you. or i."

germanicus was implacable. "wanting power is no crime."

ramesses had betrayed her, the eagle understood. "is your debt so large to settle that you would risk your own throat twice?"

the tactician paused, and then lowered himself to his haunches in the air of a guard carefully setting down a sheathed sword.

"i understand that the saints are warlike, and were recently led by kynareth. i also understand he has left you. is this true?"