Forceful: This joker led the torching--killing-- in that village? Mindmistress: Yes. Squadleader: So-- what are you? Some sort of performers? The man's flaming eyes are a nice trick. Mindmistress: He's full of tricks...Squadleader: I'm singularly unimpressed by tricks. When I'm out of the line of fire--shoot them. Forceful: He has no clue? Mindmistress: None. Forceful: Any limits? Mindmistress: Nope. Forceful: I won't kill. Maim, maybe... Mindmistress: Uh-huh.

Soldier 1: Target practice! Soldier2: Shoot the man first. The woman might prove...amusing...for a while. Soldier3: In that tin suit? I hope you brought a can opener. Soldier2: Um. Excellent point. Oh, well...Squadleader: Yes. The fools thought the Heralds of Change could be trifled with. Cheated us of our tribute. As if soldiers should beg for food--for 'companionship'---like dirt-poor farmers.




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