Ipola’s office. Ipola is talking to the ring image of Tor
TOR: We’re moving our forces as fast as we can, but … I mean why would they hit us there? Galiki is just … it’s a little fishing village, there’s nothing there! They can’t even hold it and expect to go anywhere with – what could they want?
IPOLA: It’s not resources. It’s … AUGH! I thought, like a fool, that there would be a plan for conquest, some kind of strategy to use overwhelming force to break our defenses, then push further west, but … No. It’s worse than that.
TULA, MENTL and ZONA enter.
TULA: He wants revenge. Revenge against Erogenia. Nothing more. This is not driven by strategy, Mother. It’s driven by hate.
IPOLA: I know. He only wants to cause us pain. Until he destroys us completely.
TOR: He’ll find that harder than he thinks! I’m riding with over a thousand warriors and priests and priestesses to back them up, but – Ipola, anything, anyone you can send, if by some spell you could –
MENTL: We’re on our way.
IPOLA: That’s my son.
ZONA: Can you find the place?
MENTL: You can. Just … work with me. We’ll be there before you know it.
TULA: All of us.
ZONA: Of course.