Knights of Tezoth

Alsira's eyes find her lady in the company of three giants: the Knight of the Silent Terror, Sir Karnarez, and a vulgar lordess. It was hard to guess what had brought them together, but there was no discomfort in Tsiel's voice from the conversation.

- ... So think carefully about my words, little olive. Or else a day will come when your flower gardens burst into flames, the paving of city streets is trampled by the march of armored boots, men are impaled on wooden stakes, and women on meaty ones.

- Eh, Karneya-Karneya, you really need to find yourself some love at last. Haven't you had your fill of youth's unruliness? You want to amuse yourself with these games precisely because your soul is not whole, and the emptiness inside yearns to be filled.

- Ha, I'd gladly watch your husband's face when thousands of random ragamuffins have their way with you. Let's see then whether your so-called love can withstand such a trial.

On that crude note, the conversation ends and the trio departs.

— I offer my apologies for my absence, my lady. I express my hope that your pastime caused no distress to your soul. — having followed the trio of brutes with her gaze, Alsira addressed her mistress.