Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190506155251/@comment-27550231-20190526183531

"Was she not in good hands? Wss the Ibrahim family not up to your standards? How could my dearest champion predict what was to come? How could he have seen the destruction of his dearest friend and Canton?"

Celestine turned to Ne'zon and for a moment she was able to gaze past the blinding light and see the faintest outline of a stern but mournful gaze.

"Your friend, guardian, my champion... he does not have premonition. How could he have seen the fall of Whitemarch? How could he have known that a retaliation force had been sent to his home? How could he have known that by delaying the fall of his old town he would be sacrificing his family?"

"My most dearest champion saved many lives by delaying the fall of Whitemarch. He thought it saved. He thought that he had broken the spear when he had only blunted the blade."