I will vanguish them all.
Talandor sits down. Across the table, his eyes stare at you. "I will help you with your full on assault, and there are others who will assist as well, but we aren't used to attacking head on, nor at day."
Kanow grins through his egg-coated teeth. "You have never had a Solarian fighting with you either."
You hope you don't disappoint them. There are so many things you don't know, including what these death priests are capable of. Before you fell unconscious for the night, you read some of your own journal. As near as you could tell, its early entries were over two hundred years ago, and you had lost whatever came before. They weren't very helpful, since so much time had passed, other than to give you some clue as to how old you really are.
What will you tell them?