"We leave at dawn. Behind us, smoke rises up to the sky. The bandit nest smolders and blazes. Only two of us r

"We leave at dawn. Behind us, smoke rises up to the sky. The bandit nest smolders and blazes. Only two of us remain, the priest and I. We've won, but this victory tastes of ash. Cinders and swamp ooze. I ask him: 'Tell me, Ezvanki, was it worth it?' He puts his hand on my shoulder and says: 'Yes, Jamandi. Now the Stolen Lands will be ours.' I wish I believed him."