A Varisian potion-brewer tells me Clarethe crosses the Ustalavic border at each half-moon to court a maiden stitched together from corpses and given life by lightning’s stroke, and that she occasionally sends knights as couriers to her lady love, bearing gifts of grave-bloomed flowers and jewelry of hammered meteor-iron that draws the lightning.
Then there was the craggy orc knight reclaimant with more scar than skin, who spoke enraptured of how Clarethe sings to her bastard sword in battle; how it chants the Crimson Oath in chorus with her; and how at times she seems to take its counsel and sends knights far afield to counter unforeseen enemy movements.
“Whether born of evil or reborn by evil, all creatures hold the spark of destiny in their hearts. I choose to judge others not by their birth, but by their deeds, for the latter are what mark the world.”
另一段儼然是在暗示Ragathiel跟Arazni的文字,born of evil or reborn by evil 真的是太明目張膽了……