Come to the Great Hall, my warriors.

[ The Sage's words, as always, beckon all to the Great Hall.

Once they arrive, and settle down, they are entreated to a white flash. Following that, images of everyone's homes fade into view, but only for a brief moment. Then it fades, leaving all witness to green letters that begin to form together in mid-air to spell out one, complete word. ]

Obeisance

There are more than a few of you that are doubtlessly eager to return home; you know this, and of course so do we.

I also imagine that some of you have decided that you enjoy the little bonds you have coveted with each other. You may also foolishly believe that you're going to put a halt to all of this as it is.

[ There is a moment where The Sage's voice changes into a very evident frigid tone. ]

I'll give you all a reminder of the situation you're currently in, since you seem to have allowed your minds to have become rather addled with naught but fog:

One of you will kill one of your fellow warriors, or else none of you will ever see the light of your homes again.

Do try to remember that at least. You have until the end of this week.

[ The words dissipate following The Sage's straightforward words. ]