All Legends Have A Base In Fact.

Death Haunts Everyone And Never Fails.

Societies Need Heroes. So We Travel To Places Where The Revisionists Cannot Dismantle The Great.

They Dont Understand What Real Treasure Is. They See It In Gold And Copper, And Tin. They See In Herds Of Horses Or Cattle. They Gather Treasures To Themselves, Building Great Storehouses, Which They Guard Ferociously. Then They Die. What Good Is It Then?

No Matter How Impossible This War, I Shall Fight To Win. Whatever I Have To Do, I Will Do.

Blood Always Aids Blood, My Friend.