Knights of Tezoth

While Alsira and the other no-name knights were deliberating, Rezara ate olives and thought about her own things. Her mind found room for thoughts about the greatness of Tezoth, the consequences of His Holiness's possible failure, and the big, strong Revanland assassins with enormous... scythes. For all the power of the returned Deus, the chances of victory in the coming war seemed not even 50/50. And defeat is a terrible outcome! The price of capture or death – eternal torment! How terrifying it is to live in Tezoth...

– You have returned, my lady Alsira, – Rezara snapped out of it and flinched. – Very tasty olives. Thank you! So, you have accepted our offer! Truly a wonderful day! Together we will bring peace to the lands of Tezoth! With that, I take my leave. Good luck to you, my lady. Sordgard awaits me.

Without delay, Rezara set off on the return journey. Along the way, she decided to ask for her new bodyguard's opinion.

– Olivus doesn't seem the strongest, but a reliable ally. What do you think of them?

I wonder how many regions will join Revanland out of fear of sudden assassination? Quite a few, surely... Unless, of course, a third side has already emerged somewhere in Tezoth, one that even Karnea is destined to fear...