There is reason in what you say, servant of the Nightmare King. Yet that is just one prophecy I have heard — so too do I know from my mother that I shall never see my fatherland again, my journey home traded for the glory I have won in war. Moreover, from the seer Calchas I know that in the tenth year of fighting, Troy shall fall. All told, Fate would have me fall on the windy plains of Ilios before the year is out. Then when cools my pyre, my bones shall be placed in the golden urn which holds the precious bones of my dear companion, whom I shall join on the Acheron's far shore.

I cannot see what Fate has in store for me in this land.