User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper/@comment-27550231-20161118055722/@comment-28358106-20161121195926

Victivius laughs, his wives cringing at the sound of his sudden outburst.

"Your own man?  You, the mighty Champion, who at the first sign of trouble, begs on bent knee for the aid of the Host?  Who could not stop even my Herald, but for the intervention of the heavens themselves?  Do I speak to the same man?"

If I were not under the geas of that Order whelp, I would have destroyed him utterly, Aidlis says, growling.

Victivius ignores her and waves his hand. "My brother needs no protection.  You can offer me nothing, Champion. If still you knew your heart's desire, you would not long to return to the Order as you do.  You would attempt to protect him, only to fall prey to the sweet evils the goddess whispers in your ear, and slay them all.  The Host wishes for his death that he may come to judgement, and they may use you to do that very thing.  Regardless, take the blade, and use it as you will."