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The middle-aged woman turns to you with reluctance and suspicion. You can hear the many metallic trinkets, beads and discs that adorn her battoulah jangling as she gestures vehemently all around:
- Why are we here, do you ask? I am born of the desert, of the Asabiyyah. Today we shall throw down the iron yoke of the Sempiternal Empire, cast down their wicked engines that have imbruted us and tormented us, driven our people into slavery and exile in the parched wilderness! They would divide our ancestral land and have us fight blood against blood, kindred killing our own. No more! It is written - the Maiden Messiah walks among us, witnesses the justice of our cause. We shall turn their own weapons against them! Of course, our cause shall require great sacrifice... But in our struggle we are joined even by those who have forsaken their own side, forever relinquished the tyranny of the Sempiternal Empire. See here: Mariamne (Madame Blackwood points a crooked finger in the green-eyed girl's direction) - Mariamne Tranter, she has even abandoned her father, who manufactures those instruments of murder for our Enemy - yet his own daughter has beheld the righteousness of our path, and joined our great crusade! Now I ask... will you fight for us? Seize this engine of the empire, the Algorismus, for our struggle? End the cruel dominion of tyranny once and for all?
