From Abelia's apartment, Osvalt admired the disaster that was now the city while at his side his beloved admired through binoculars the strange mechanical spider that now roamed the streets.
-Abelia: what is that?
-Osvalt: it must be one of Cribal's inventions.
-Abelia: he must be very desperate to be part of the Korad, will you really allow him to join us if he brings the fugitives?
-Osvalt: although I don't like the idea very much, I gave my word and you know very well that beyond anything else my word is something I respect.
-Abelia: it would be very sad, if he were to stay out, I think he would be a good addition to our ranks.