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Entering the Temple, Ambrose silently greeted the portrait, pressing his fist to his chest.
"Whoever you are, wondrous stranger, I hope you care for this city's fate no less than I do."
Or perhaps she never existed at all. But that doesn't matter now.
...
Ambrose extends his hand in greeting to his elder comrade without hesitation.
-- Glad to see among the many one who in troubled times will lend us aid. When one of us stands firm for the other two, the might of little Kanamia surpasses all of Revnland and Estelle combined. And what of Albus? What wrath of the gods was brought down upon the southern region -- you've managed to find out, I take it?
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers