“We rode hard south for weeks. The boy had to leave in secret, too many enemies. That is one. His mother is the prize. To Quadira. The entertainments are fair. The wine is too.
Now, the invasion. Cuts in the vale. Alistair, his entire retainer was killed. He took it like a high born. Good sense, him.
We fought, pushed back the invaders. Not too hard. Now, we rode to the desert. A great crag. More invaders. A bit hard. A strange Dragon! Tian. He fell. They are made of softer stuff than the children of the Old Ones.
A new desert. Halfling. I like him. Fallen angels. Not too hard. Malik is too uneasy. He stinks of guilt. Old, too, you’d think his skin thicker. He amuses.
Another strange Dragon! This is a mockery. I laugh. I take its tooth. This will keep such small gods at bay.
Now, the Narayan. The strange woman, she is its pilot. I am the Keymaster. It is well. She needs power. Fine.
Another new desert. They call Brevoy barren! Androids. Paladins. Not too hard. Freed Alistair. Roak did well. Grandfather would be proud.
Now, the Castle Seige. My kind of night. More cuts in the vale. Big ones. A bit hard. Sameena nearly killed. She is too brave. I like her style.
A gnome. All members of this order are little people. Strange country. More invaders. Not too hard. Then, the thunderstrike. A coward demigod, hiding behind loud words. I do not fall. He fears my blade. I laugh.
A pantheon. Torag, Apsu, the gods of men. I am marked by the Dragon. It is well. The gods have chosen well. I lend my sword.
Let the Lady and her boy play Cyvasse with small lords in Quadira. More glory is in my path. Power. Lord Kavken needs both when his hope fails. Poor man. I love him well."