"...You did your best, brother. Worry not. I have returned now. We can do our best together," the knight said. "I have failed you in the world. I did not manage to become as strong as I intended to. So many battles, brother. So much lost. I ought to have brought you new allies. Do not feel the burden of our waning strength yourself, for I have been unable to do my part properly."
"How do you see the Stormfront, in returning?"
"...Changed," the knight said. "I am unsure in what direction."
"War. Much war. How much news were you able to steal?"
"The fact of the war, but not much of what has occurred during it," the knight said.
"A blessing, that, I think. I will not burden you with it straightaway. You will see for yourself. What of the rest of the world? The Syndrans, and the Yarmdon, and the Verna?"
