[RPG] [Antoza] Withdrawing Anacan

[Jeff Guillot]

Olwe smiles, and ushers Maltheo out onto the Balcony of Anacan keep.
The city sprawls out beneath, people hustling back and forth through
their jobs and lives.

"I know that all you speak is true, good Maltheo... and I have
considered it all more times than you know."

Olwe sighs, yet smiles wider... his eyes glowing and looking distant.

"Yet, what is a man if at the end of his life, he thinks to himself 'I
did not follow my heart', or, 'I wish I had done thus'? I would rather
stand up, and let my heart sing true... even if but for a brief
moment. Even if in standing up, I am struck down."

Olwe claps Maltheo on the shoulder. Down below, trumpets sound as the
militia marshals.

"Sometimes, my friend, the honor is found in the fight... not the victory."