Small surprise that such a cur who skulks and skitters about the shadows would know little and less of the world. Without the sun, we would be naught. Without it, we would lack order—the sun commands all, and all shall bow before its radiance.

[He smirks, hiding his irritation behind smugness.]

Pray, cling to your simplistic understanding of the world around you, see how it has delivered you and yours to the far reaches of the Steppe, and away from the Dawn Throne that once was yours.

[Finally he stands, but makes no move to grasp his axe.]

Posturing will only afford you so much, child. If you wish to die a disgraced death, so be it.

[If Sadu cannot bring him down after three consecutive days of fighting, he has little hope this woman will prove much of a challenge.]