This Onos T’oolan, he is not one for poses. He never was. I remember when I last saw him. He had defeated his challenger. He had shown such skill that ten thousand Imass stood silent with awe. Yet, he stood as one defeated.’ ‘Weary,’ Rystalle murmured. ‘Yes, but not from the fighting. He was weary, Rystalle Ev, of its necessity.’
