So to everyone in the end of year holiday season, enjoy your festival of choice and a safe and happy New Year to all.
Jaheira: Mustn't be the city after all. Even out here in the Mother's beautiful wilds you've got a face a statue would be proud of.
Aklon: It has certain advantages.
Jaheira: I'm sure it has. Does a smile never deign to wander across your lips?
Aklon: This attitude I find most curious, coming as it does from you. A scowl is your accustomed mien, not a mask of gaiety.
Jaheira: Is it any wonder, when there is so much to be looked out for and so few with the will to do it.
Aklon: Hence my own lack of rampant inattention.
Jaheira: And every evening, the same exercises, over and over again.
Aklon: You are a warrior, you should know their purpose. Precision in battle is vital and repetition in peace helps assure it.
Jaheira: But look at you, not a drop of life with it. Does blood not run in your veins? The Mother's wrath and the Father's passion do not stir you? Or is your heart dead stone to match your statue's face?
Aklon: In some things there is no place for passion.
Jaheira: And the bloodletting of battle is not one of them. The man who fights without the inspiration of passion is as predictable as a mill wheel.
Aklon: Yet the man who fights without discipline will end as dead as a mill wheel, oft as not.
Jaheira: Balance must be in all things. If you can't let new life enter into your work, then when change comes, it'll be like the stone you are, violent and tortured to mirror the stasis before.
Aklon: I have life enough when I need it. Stone and fire used correctly make steel, not only hard but flexible, the perfect symbol of the warrior's ever fleeting goal.
Jaheira: There's no life in steel either, without a hand to wield it.
Aklon: It seems I cannot win. Do I detect that it is your passion, the critical eye, that is turned full upon me this <DAYNIGHT>?
Jaheira: Oh, you're starting to learn. That's good.











