"Your thinking is very dangerous."
"The Blind Man wove a dream for them. In the dream, they returned to their desert homeland and, with our support, established their own tribe. In that tribe, there was no war, no slaughter—only livestock, oases, and the joyful laughter of children. For this dream, to realize this dream, these five hundred barbarian soldiers will follow us to the death. Even if only one of them survives, that person will bear witness to this dream for them all."
"Suddenly, I feel a bit sorry for them."
"The truly pitiful ones are those living mundane lives, devoid of dreams."
"Alright, let's get down to business."
"Yes, My lord. What are your plans next?"
"What else can I do? Hmph. We came out this time without notifying the Blind Man beforehand. If we just go back like this, do you know what stories he'll spin about me?"
"The Blind Man wouldn't dare slander My lord."
