Good, a Disciplined empire is a lasting empire. Double the patrols on the Western front. The Vermin of Tidalos grow more restless by the day.

Delightful? Oh please, they're parasites in colourful greasepaint, prancing like fools at the cliff's edge, and Kelmore's eating it all up. Let them spread their circus and everything I've built for us Laura, will burn.

This blade spilled the blood of a rebel king. The so-called King of Flames. He ruled Hestalis once, a fool who dared to defy my empire, his screams continue to echo through his burning halls.