So the legends faded away, much like the spirit of their bards started to fade. Few heroes from the past remain, and it is doubtful that any of them have the noble blood of Bohan in their veins. You cannot hear tales of a warrior similar to him anymore, a person who received divine power and would give up his life in a fight to save the world. The legends have fallen! The myths are vilified in the same way as the idols of the forgotten gods.

If there remained even one, someone could ask and plead for Dolya’s trust so she would remove the scales from the eyes of mortals and allow them to see where the Great Artifacts were hidden!

But who is still praying to Dolya?

Are there any Whisperers still among the barbarians?

Does anyone still understand the divine tongue?

Who pledges their life to fulfilling a promise?

Heroes are no more – moan the barbarians. There are no righteous people anymore. There is no one person worthy of divine anointment. Let’s call upon the gods! Let’s cry and beg! Let them pity us and send down their children to us; children whose eyes are hungry like those of wolves, and clear, and full of might like mountain lakes.