I was watching leaves falling in the cold afternoon when honorless looters sneaked into the sanctuary. This time I let Asilan drink fire from the oath candle. Instead of riches, the looters only found my blade swinging. After I had set ablaze one of them, their leader cried out: "brother!". In his eyes and tears, I saw his grief and determination. They ran away but their long-haired leader with a broken nose, he will be back also, I am sure of it. My enemies will return prepared. I should be ready for them too. But how?

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