“I have a deal for you.”
Kol’no stared, hatefully, into the gods eyes, waiting. Armadyl got up and looked out the window at the rest of the kingdom. Kol’no knew there wasn’t much to see.
" Your ancestors were once great warriors in the god wars. They fought valiantly to protect our people, to get passage to that great world. Hmm. They didn't want to leave you know…”
“They wanted to wait for you to return.”
Armadyl glanced down at the floor.
“I want you to follow that path- Gielinor is open to us once more, and I want you to fight to keep it that way.”
“Why?”
Armadyl darted around to look Kol’no in the eyes.
"Why? To keep your race alive, to ensure the growth of the following generations, to escape from the constant fear provided by your homeland. That’s why."
This time, it was Kol’no's turn to look away.
“If your real question is what you have to gain, that’s a different matter…if you agree, I will commute your sentence, and once the war is over- You will be free.”
“And if the war doesn’t end?”
Armadyl glanced away.
“Then we’ll all be free…in death...”
"We call it being a hero"
"That's interesting, we call it utter stupidity"