The scene opens to a dark living quarter lined with cobblestone and faintly lit by torch sconces. Abrubtly opening the wooden door to the household is a perturbed Alastair Anarion. He quickly takes off his shirt and looks around for a new attire.
Alastair Anarion: So Zealot has finally revealed his true self. I should’ve known sooner, but the enjoyment of riches that has come with being champion has blinded me.
Alastair eventually finds a chest much to his approval. He cracks the chest open and reveals ashen grey clothing lined with black and golden trim and begins to dress himself.
I will be blinded no longer. I may not be the same elf of the past, but my resolve has never been stronger than this moment.
Their kind can no longer be trusted. This is the truth that has long evaded me.
From this day forward, I will do the Dominion proud. Bring any human to the challenge at the next Stellarvision. The bow will be ready once more.
Alastair Anarion: So Zealot has finally revealed his true self. I should’ve known sooner, but the enjoyment of riches that has come with being champion has blinded me.
Alastair eventually finds a chest much to his approval. He cracks the chest open and reveals ashen grey clothing lined with black and golden trim and begins to dress himself.
I will be blinded no longer. I may not be the same elf of the past, but my resolve has never been stronger than this moment.
Their kind can no longer be trusted. This is the truth that has long evaded me.
From this day forward, I will do the Dominion proud. Bring any human to the challenge at the next Stellarvision. The bow will be ready once more.