"I was able to use my wits to escape. Then I called in our warriors and commanded them to victory. The casualties speak for themselves, Drazha, but if you were there, you'd agree that it was a peerless expression of military talent."
"We should heed the gods' request that you seek them out, Basileios," says Seramet. "It is not only Zhan-Ukhel's magic that can propel you into the spirit world. Give me some time to prepare, and you will see that I have abilities of my own as well." She stands and turns to leave. "When you see smoke rising from my yurt," she says, "then enter, and I will be ready."
"This talk of gods is all well and good," says Kral, when Seramet has left, "but we must talk about more serious matters. We have heard nothing about how our warriors fare against Zhan-Ukhel as of yet."
"Many expected to hear something by now," says Drazha. "I wonder what has happened."