“The prod of immortality stirs the minds of all men. Most break their backs in stiff labor for an age to secure an epitaph; some lend their names to the mountains and rivers of wide domains.” Imlod Nir is no exception. He feels the draw of renown like all the rest. Years have passed since the day he was spared from sacrifice by the Queen of Earth, yet still is he reminded of his debt to repay.
