"Endure it." Gabranth barks sternly, with a tilt of his head towards the pair of spectators not far from their side, as if interjected commentary were a painful scrape to be ignored.
"I wanted you prepared. To know what might come, and to be steeled against the losses that would transpire should the unthinkable take shape."
They are, after all, in a world filled with volatile rifts— with demons, with deep earthen peril lingering somewhere beneath their heels. What could be done if the earth split, or the sky shattered, or their enemies set upon them in the heat of battle? Far too little, he imagines.
"You dismissed me. You insulted me, well before we left, though I wonder if you yourself are yet aware of that fact."
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"I wanted you prepared. To know what might come, and to be steeled against the losses that would transpire should the unthinkable take shape."
They are, after all, in a world filled with volatile rifts— with demons, with deep earthen peril lingering somewhere beneath their heels. What could be done if the earth split, or the sky shattered, or their enemies set upon them in the heat of battle? Far too little, he imagines.
"You dismissed me. You insulted me, well before we left, though I wonder if you yourself are yet aware of that fact."