I look around the Hall, seeing many Heroes packing up and heading for the distant land of Dastan. I find it clear, like a few other heroes, that these multi-Quests can only lead to one thing. Invasion War.
It's sick. Hero on hero. We've all became close in these four walls, and now they ask us to fight each other. We're like family here, some of us. Hero on hero. Brother on brother. Is no one else disturbed? Does no one else see? We're doing their dirty work here! This isn't war! This is a massacre of innocents! They're splitting us up, then sending us to kill each other! Hero on hero, brother on brother, mentor on apprentice, lover on lover- where does it end? What do they want from us? Worst of all, I fear, is the fact that I smell Wren in all of this. It's like a full-scale version of her Arena I've heard so much about. I, for one, will not be a part of this. I can't. I've seen everyone I hold dear die because of my actions before. I won't do it again. Go, if you must. Go fight. Hero on hero. Brother on brother. Mentor on Aprentice. Lover on lover. But I can't. Thus I won't.