Exhausted from campaigns and bloody conflict, Ansal once sought the refuge and wisdom of the Tintokian Clerics. Within their abbey she studied the arts of healing and learned to temper her anger with wisdom and insight. Yet Ansal did not remain among the clerics for long. With her keen wanderlust she set out once again in search of endless adventure. Every man dies, not every man really lives.
Nothing lasts forever but the sky.
If I only had a copper farthing for every dream that has not come true I'd be as wealthy as a king. The enemy has countless seige engines and we're outmanned.