— Five points to a pentagram, five portents of doom, five siblings stood abreast, five gods and one tomb...
— Shamura! We did not wish to bother you, but-
— Shamura, the Red Crown grows stronger by the day. Already it has succeeded where he has failed before. Leshy has been slain!
— Five becomes four becomes three becomes two becomes one becomes nothing.
— ... Shamura, rest. We will deal with this. Won't we, Kallamar?
— Yes, sister! Of course, sister!
— You there, vessel of the Red Crown! Bow to me, or you will regret it!
