It's gone. It's all gone.

The companions had been told to treat Isa’s request like his own, so when Isa summoned him, Marshal came. When she sent him to their allies in Valta, he went. The Warlord cracked a large, water-logged shelf in two, and started piling some of the wreckage on the flat of one of the sides. He looked up from his work as Isa came closer. He nodded, rolling his soldiers and following her to the cauldron.

He put his shoulder against it and pushed. Moving slowly and carefully as he pushed the large cooking appliance onto its feet. Careful not to throw it too hard that it would fall again. Once it was right, he moved to drag it. “Where do you want it?” He asked.


"Speech"