If you could, would you give a boy back his life—at the expense of another's?

So we searched for him, we did, that rotten Iconoclast, only to find him a lot further away from the battlefield and a lot closer to our mirrors than any of us imagined.

I'd really appreciate it if someone would help me out and rescue me from this nutcase, thanks.

With silence and tattered maps, Pendragon, we all fall—the War for Halla through Alder's eyes.