Confused about all the things that are happening around me. I only fear for my sister's well being and the Niafer are not to be trusted at this time.

Around me the smell of death and suffering. Good men are dying and I am worried about someone flirting with my sister? What madness has overcome me. Nothing makes sense.

My back is turned to the battle only for a few seconds when I feel the sharp pain slice laterally down my back. I turn to see the Morna standing before me, over the one that I had slain. His sword is blood red and I realize it is MY OWN BLOOD! The world around me begins to fade to black as I drop me sword and collapse onto the battlefield.