The little man smiled. “Some legends never die.” “Gone mercenary, have you?” “I fight for the right,” said Lorian. “Same as you.” “Thank you,” I said, “for coming.” The good commander nodded stiffly. “I have business with Dorayaica.” “Vengeance,” I said. “Justice.” Lorian raised his chin, his voice. “Fire for the Cielcin! That is what we have brought!”
