"You are the Vale," Said Raven, its three eyes staring eerily at Altair. "You are the Primordial of the Vale."
"...what the hell are you on about?" Asked Altair, bare-chested within the Training Hall, which appeared more like a colosseum within the Palace of Stygian. Sand rustled beneath Altair's bare feet as he tried to maintain his concentration.
He looked up at the bird, annoyed.
"You are the Vale! It all makes sense now. All of it. The reason you can call upon the essence of the Vale. The throne that had been empty since Night was weaved into creation. It all makes sense. You are the Vale." she said, studying him with her three eerie eyes.
"Do primordials usually come from someone's legs?" Altair asked her.
"well… no."
"Are any of them as weak as me?"
Raven's voice grew soft. "Well, no… but you have to be! It's impossible to summon the essence of the Vale otherwise."
"You seem to have it. "
