Spit into the Void

Our enemy is up to no good. I can smell him, and he smells with blood and treachery. Treachery, child! Your enemy is not a tailless outlander, he's a rotten fruit on a healthy branch... You need to burn out the rot!
Hurry, child! Your enemy is thirsty for blood, and he derives strength from killing his own brothers... Don't let him take one more life!

Hurry, child! The time of your world leaks like water from a broken jug, and only you can fix the crack!

Ay-hya! I've never believed those stories about the mighty bayazy, who comes to the rescue when you are hanging between life and death... Now I see they were true!