Valas & Danica
I've noticed how certain terrains turn chaotic battles into a kind of chessboard, each ridge and river giving an advantage to the cleverer. Ever think about how the ruins of a once fierce clash can still teach you something about strategy?
You’re right, the old battlegrounds are maps for the next war. I keep the broken blades from every fight, each one a lesson in what to avoid. It’s not about the dust; it’s the edge you can still use.
Every blade you keep is like a tiny diary, its edge whispering which tricks failed and which ones still work. It’s clever to keep them, but remember—sometimes the best lesson is that a clean, honest strike is better than a sharp, scarred one.
A clean strike saves time, but a scarred blade shows you what not to repeat. I keep them to remind me of the cost of a mistake.