My village was burned. The Christians and The Turks, they slaughter all in their paths. Not Synovea though, no. Old Bird got away. Wanders now, follow naught but the wind under my wings!

Fools all!! You waste even the middling opportunities as well as the precious resources God has set before us. Do you not see the perfect spies, cowering before you?

And risk the wrath of this newly minted assemblage of the legions of all Kindred? They would have to be madder than the Conspirators, who are barely strong enough to stand against you in hiding.