To the Master of War,
Your conquest here is of no consequence to us or She we serve for now.
Play what games
you wish with your puppets of bone and viscera and raise a
kingdom over the gross of this island if such is your desire.
game She plays enfolds on a higher plane than such brute corporeality.
Take the island; She cares not. But know
that She is watching from the
shadows, and that her servants might surround you and still you would not
what blade will you slay a whisper or impale a thought?