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A rippling reply issues forth from the patron what built it, a sneering rebuke from the mouths of many golems.

I knew Mercenaries lacked morals, but I did not take you to be this stupid.

I know who lines your pockets to do this, hoping to turn my gaze away from this ritual. Hoping to draw forces away from those who seek to destroy them. Aiding and abetting those who would end the world if given the space to do so.

You march to defend Cifer Mugen.

This act towards a gift to Kindlehelm, and later, to all Meranthe, shows that shortsighted, greedy fools will cut off their own limbs for a crumb today.

How incredibly disappointing that I ever considered helping you.
The fate of every mercenary company before you will come for you for this decision. Never entreat with existential evil.

Today, I must focus upon those who seek to kill us for daring to live. For things can be rebuilt and replaced, but people cannot.

This transgression will not be forgotten.

I know who you serve in it.

Grey Aundeoth continues his march towards Camazura's ritual.