"I think yer wrong, Loman," Sybyll said as she stood, walking to stand over the broken, kneeling priest. "I think ye've been played like a piece on the chess board this whole time, and ye've not once been a master of yer own fate."
"I think that's why yer so lost," she said with a brief glance at Heila. "Maybe my brother can sort ye out. Lady Heila didn'a lie. Ignatious crawled out of a deeper darkness and more anguish than even I suffered an' still, he holds to his faith. There must be somethin' of value there to guide him all tha' way back from tha brink."
"But yer dangerous, Loman," she continued sternly. "Yer dangerous an' yer not in control of yerself or yer sorcery an I cannot allow ye to threaten my people again any more than I can forgive ye fer what ye've already done ta' them."
