dawn, and with it

Delah

The games of luck our soldiers played
The stones we cut, the songs we made

"Only the worthy or those who are an immediate threat see my blade." The guardian sneers back. After Amalia's stunt in the Cloister she has proven herself only a nuisance. "You are neither."

Enough small talk.

"I can only assume you are here for some purpose you think gives you the right to break what were very clear laws." Delah says with an exasperated sigh.