"Is there any sense in the thoughts of our Deus?" — Rezara mused, watching as the knights bribed by the capital beat up anyone they disliked. — "Lester and his companions simply handed out gold to everyone, and now they will neatly claim the victory. I already feel sorry for Albus's knights."
— While we are still waiting and hoping that we won't be encircled, perhaps you could answer what you are doing here? — Rezara addressed Lorican and Gingkink in a grumbling, grandfatherly whisper. — I am heart and soul for Swordgard, but there is neither honor nor glory here. Deus's knights will simply swarm us as soon as they are done with Albus. And we have nothing to bring down the pegasi... oh great Deuses of the past, who allowed them to hover in the air!
And no sign of Reavnland's knights... What a striking coincidence.