The Clash of Tribal Lines

It is the new one who bears the scars. Kashi begins. The Old bears the load and thinks it mercy. Monrau responds. Kashi, my friend, you have never been hard to understand when we speak. Tell me in plain words what your heart bears to tell us. Kasha repeats, this time looking straight into Monrau’s eyes with a look mixed with worry, fear and suprise. It is the new one who bears the scars, the Old one bears the load and thinks it mercy. He continued. The wise man is one who knows when to fight and when to retreat, such a man lives till the end of his days. There is a prophecy about the End of Days and it is already upon us. The sages speak of water turning into fire and land disappearing into the great abyss. The moon hasn’t appeared for two moon cycles now and this has not happened for a thousand years. I suggest that you visit Sibylla. Only she will tell you what you need to do. As priests, it is our duty to watch as things happened and note them down. This scroll in my hand tells of the last purge and what the Nuhu, the great great of the East did. You will need it and you will need men to burn as holocaust to the pettiness of the gods . Up till this time, everyone in the room has been silent. Kent spoke up. Kashi, where shall we find Sibylla. The last time anyone saw her was in Pisidia. She seems to have gone into oblivion .