Nowaru

- I have suffered my first defeat in my life. Not as a warrior, but as a leader and as the last bastion of Geirtian traditions. The armies of the false king (referring to Aynar), united with the Steel Legion, have managed to subjugate all the tribes of Geirt, and I am left with only a small number of loyal followers, ready to follow the teachings of Ansgar to the very end. Geirt will die. There is nothing that can be done about it. The realization of this pierces my warrior soul to its very depths, but it is a truth that I and you must accept. But I will not allow our world to fade into oblivion without a great battle, a battle worthy of our god. I offer you to go with me and my brothers in our last battle; we will strike an unexpected blow at the very heart of Kalevritia - its capital. We will kill their leader, destroy the remains of their saints, take their "righteous" women, and burn their city. But none of us will return from there alive. But can a true warrior dream of a more worthy death? No!