Someone was watching Drozen and Dragon-Man headed for a confrontation.
And cursed that the Faceless Tongues did not choose him to battle the Federation.
But he was trapped in the Perishment Cave, and the Faceless Tongues had said.
There will be no peace, until the Federation and Dragon-Power are all dead.
We will choose Drozen, a mercenary who will add Earth to the Conquested Universe.
This being could not protest because he would never be able to get there first.
But through the Foresight Waters, he could see that the Federation was assembling.
The Legate, a voice called out in the darkness of the Acider  Flames to mention
How would we free you, all of our potions are impotent against this fire heat.
The Legate replied, I can stand the heat, but the darkness is too blinding.
Suddenly a dark shadow arrived with beast of burden and said, To rescue you is my assignment.
These are Magaian tiger-hounds, who can eat both the flames and the darkness.
We will then go and make a Scimita barter at the Logre markets.
And why should I trust you, The Legate said as he sat down in the fire.
Because Dragon-Man is the Oathed Sacrifice and he belongs on the altar pier.

What is your name, The Legate asked, and he said, I am Dialect.
I was a Faceless Tongue but they kicked me out because I had no respect.
But in truth, it was the entire council that transgressed against me
And once we finish off Dragon-Man and Drozen, we will go after the Faceless Tongues harshly.
The Legate said, You may proceed, and the Magaian Tiger-Hounds proceeded to eat through.
Dialect took the Legate’s out of the remnant of the Foresight Waters to meet his crew.
Dialect waved his hand and said, These are the brave warriors who live to die for you.
I will be your Warmonger General, and together you will see this is the best decision.
The Legate stepped to the edge of the Hapsumed Mountain and shouted, The Legate is Risen!