"Oh...well, I guess we can. My entire contingent was killed by the enemy. During a routine peacekeeping patrol, we were attacked and overwhelmed by a far larger number of Magryns. They may be weak indeed compared to a seasoned Praetorian Centurion, but they had us outnumbered at least one hundred to one. Still, we killed many of them before we all fell, and few Magryns survived to meet their fate at the blades of the smaller patrol that had arrived on the insistent word of a priestess who had a vision that they needed to go that way to prevent impending death. Unfortunately, they delayed for too long before listening, and most of my companions were dead before they defeated the last Magryns and arrived. Nonetheless, the priestess made her way through the dead unerringly to my side and saved my life. None...none of the others made it..."
