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I am not the chosen one.

I choose this myself!

Hello, squirt.

There is one that comes from the east.

He brought with him a spear.

Only once the spear is found

can the chosen one lead us into the light.

Excited. Raring to go.

Eeny meeny miny moe...

I caught a Druid by the toe.

Kneel General Aulus.

Find the spear before Rome.

Is this your house?

For now.

It smells different to home.

Our home.

Are you a general?

I am.

Have you conquered many lands?

I have.

Are you proud?

I, uh... General Aulus Plautius...

...have you missed me?

Every day.

Are you sorry for what you did?

The greatest sacrifice is the one that hurts the most.

It hurts you more to survive. I didn't ask if it hurts.

I asked if you were sorry.

Are you sorry?

Are you sorry, Father?

No.

Because you love him.

With all my heart.

I had a dream last night.

I was wandering over a great mountain.

The way was lonely... quiet.

I came across a temple.

I went inside into a tower with high windows.

It was a plain temple with a plain altar,

and upon it was a cross like this.

A plain wooden cross.

And from the centre of the cross shone light,

pure light.

What can it mean?

Why have you come to me?

You know, that's the first sign of madness,

talking to yourself.

Don't let me interrupt you.

You're shaking like a child.

Get out.

What'd he say if he could hear you now?

On your knees.

Do not... play with me.

Hello.

Why don't you come with me? Come on.

Ooh! How lovely.

Oh, no.

Met before?

Briefly. She kidnapped me.

She buried me alive.

Not that it's a competition, but I had to stitch my lung back in

with fresh bear guts.

I like her already.

Can't we just find this Lucius on our own?

Shut it, Quant.

Who's looking for the deserter?

I am.

I remember you.

Where's the gold?

On the horse.

Aren't you gonna count it? Veran knows better than to twice me.

The Romans send deserters to the front line.

This man you're looking for, he's in a prison camp up in the Blue Hills.

Five days west.

The deal was you take us to him.

Not west.

West is too dangerous, no.

I have displaced deserters. My sister will take you.

Sister? What sister?

Name's Drella. She knows the paths west.

Hella and Drella.

Pay for Hella, get Drella.

That's our guide?

Morning, Drella.

Ooh, it's a nasty scab there.

Explain something to me.

Going west is too dangerous for you,

but not for her.

Not for your own sister? Who falls for that?

Who's stupid enough to swap four bags of sand, for that.

I don't like her much.

Take it or leave it. We'll take it.

Mistake. It's a massive mistake.

No, I'm fine with it. Anyone but her.

Word of warning, she doesn't do small talk.

Also, don't get downwind of her.

And if she gets angry, run.

Got it. Thank you, Hella.

Really?

Unbelievable.

Keep an eye out.

Not that one.

Not that one. Keep going.

That one.

I know what it is, but it is.

Hey. I still can't piss straight!

What do you know of the Blue Hill tribes?

You mean before the invasion?

Hmm... let me see, it's been a while.

The demonic were difficult,

The Belgie were a laugh when pissed.

But then watch your back when the moon is out.

Blue Mountain tribes were always a headache.

The slightest beef and they burn each other's homes.

I swear, there's something in the water up there.

So this spear,

just imagine you're talking to a total idiot.

The prophecy says the spear will come from the east

and the Chosen One will unite the tribes against Lokka.

Free them from his spell.

Excellent. Got all that, yep.

So, when this Lucius packed his stuff

to come and invade us, was it...

Was it sandals, cloak, tunic, helmet, spear?

Or was it sandals, cloak, tunic, helmet,

spear of the silver dawn?

What do you mean?

So, what's the secret?

I mean, I smell pretty ghastly,

but this...

Whoo!

This is next level.

All the classic notes are there.

The dungs, the moulds.

Six or seven dead mammals.

I'm not a betting man, but if you stood on my chest-

Is that stoat? Think about it.

You had no idea

we were even over here.

Or that we were waiting for a spear.

Yes. You agree with me, don't you?

Other than a drum or a hat

or a cat?

See what I mean?

Yes.

Badger, that's a given.

Dead man?

Different dead man.

Much, much deader man, but that...

...it's fucking genius. What even is that?

Servants of the Prophecy do not always comprehend

the implore of their actions.

If you like choices then... Ah, I've got it.

Are whispers of the gods' ancient winds

blowing across time.

Way ahead of you there. Yeah.

Mind, though, my question... Your question is,

does Lucius know his purpose,

or is he as lost as you?

Thank you. Yeah.

You don't even know her, do you?

She found you around the corner and just flipped you. With full bags of jury gold.

Meanwhile, we are walking into the Blue Mountains blind.

You know what, whoever is waiting for us,

they know we're coming.

They can smell us from here.

Lucius may not know his purpose, but he knew he had one.

He knew.

If we listen hard, we can hear the wind song.

Thanks, Rayne. But if I'm completely honest,

that hasn't helped.

Here we go.

Which way?

In your own time.

She said you know the path.

She did.

That's what she said.

Do you know the path?

What are these?

It's the Sun folk, but these aren't their hills.

It must have been displaced.

Oh, come on.

Well, that way doesn't look too inviting.

Could be Sun folk, maybe Coritani.

Which is worse?

Both.

But the Sun folk respect Veran.

Or used to.

But we can't just barrel in there.

We need a closer look.

I'll go.

I'll follow the red trees.

Tell the Sun folk our purpose.

They can tell us the safest way,

and if I don't return, go the other way.

It's a plan.

The lowlands are cursed.

Roman devils roam there.

The high hills will bear the Chosen One on wood.