No time for quests as of late.

The dark army's forces have drawn thin and skirmishes become even more numerous,

Eve my liege-lord's call for banners may be ignored on the campaign trail.

Little do my captains know, their grip over me is loose, I bide my time for the perfect moment to desert, and return to the plague-ravaged dwarven halls, where I can once again roam as a free sword.

The weeks between still weigh on my mind and they poison what time between battles I have to savor.