These may be your priorities, but they are not mine. How far must stretch my duty toward the wild-eyed Qorral? Already I have donned armor and raised spear and shield on their behalf a dozen times, although I am hardly beholden to their race, bound as loosely as I am by their makeshift hospitality. Already I have borne this wound for far too long while I see to the calamities that befall this town. No longer can I wait while this fury festers within my bosom.

Moreover, how long waited war-loving Ares to strike when there in the wood he saw Adonis, that mortal upon whom golden Aphrodite lavished her affections? How long waited Zeus and the full host of immortals upon sacred Olympus to punish the insolence of Tantalus, that wretch who fed to them a feast of his own children's flesh that he may delight in how easy to deceive are the gods? The gods strike decisively, and thus so too shall I.

[Alas, his gods are often as rash as he is...]