But she could be made from air, from the ether that binds the stars in a patchwork.

Hang a man for no real reason and you might get some grumblings from the townships. But force sobriety upon us, and you'll be picking up the pieces for a bloodydamn month.

This is a trap I cannot ride away from. I guess there are those times in life. It's like staring at the ground as you fall from a height. Seeing the end coming doesn't mean you can dodge it, fix it, stop it.

That is the point of all this. To make you terrified of a world where you do not rule. Security and justice aren't given. They are made by the strong.

...but why show a devil you know his strength. It just makes me a threat to him.

Pliny is a leech," I say. "A liar as much as you're an honest man.""And that makes him dangerous. Liars make the best promises.

In the end, I reach the goblet, but only after killing an annoying wizard and cruelly enslaving the race of elves by means ofo said wizard's magic wand. I could have left the elves be. But they annoyed me.