See

Here we go.

Got something.

Over here.

Check it out.

Over this way.

In the stables.

Come on. Nothing here but horses. Let's go.

Let's check this out.

Hey! Get outta here.

Find someplace else to shit.

Coming through.

Thank you, sir.

Listen, I have to go away for a little while.

And I know you would like to come with me,

but you make too much noise.

Even when I tell you to be quiet.

Which makes it harder for me to kill the people who I need to kill.

But, most importantly...

I need you to watch over this boy.

He's my grandson. Wolffe.

A boy named Wolffe and a dog named No.

I know you will protect him and keep him safe.

And if that evil mother of his tries to take him again,

you have my permission to tear her throat out

and eat her face.

Okay?

Good boy.

I'm not saying I blame you. I'm not one to blame.

I'm just saying I'm surprised you left Maghra alone

when Sibeth's yet to be captured.

Sibeth would be insane to return to the palace.

Sibeth is insane.

I don't recognize this terrain. Are you sure you're following the map?

I have to make a stop along the way.

This is not along the way.

Dad.

My son?

I'm sorry.

For what?

I don't know what I was thinking. I...

I freed Sibeth.

And, you know, she's gone, and it's my fault.

I have many things that I am sorry for.

Many regrets.

But I never regret anything that I did for my children.

Okay?

When you were freeing Sibeth,

you were thinking like a father, not a traitor.

You were doing it for your son.

Don't ever apologize about that.

Thank you.

How is your back?

It hurts when I breathe.

Yes. That pain is good.

It reminds us that we're still alive.

- Yeah. - Yes.

Stay alive, my boy.

From the moment Sibeth arrived in Pennsa,

I knew she was gonna be a problem.

I just didn't realize quite how much of a problem.

I'd like to think I would've been more decisive.

Maybe had her killed in her sleep.

So, instead, you married Maghra.

Yeah.

Seemed the best way to keep a seat at my own table.

And how has that worked out?

Has its moments.

And does Maghra know?

Know what?

That you're in love with her.

I suppose she'd have to be a fool not to know.

Well, I think she's a fool for knowing and doing nothing about it.

She's a married fool.

- And that's what I tell myself about you. - Ha!

At least I get you into my bed now and then.

I imagine you're not as lucky with your queen.

Who's there?

- Calm your men. They're with me. - Stand down.

Guntar!

Yeah.

Well, this is where I leave you.

What? Where are you going?

Guntar and Pelz are associates of mine.

I'm gonna travel the rest of the way together,

then I'll meet you at your house.

I can give you knots and call you a diplomatic emissary.

No, we know other, quieter ways in.

It's better for all concerned.

- You don't trust me. - Course not.

That's what I like about you.

Yes.

Come here. My brother.

What happened here?

This is where we were attacked by Tormada's bombs.

It's like the earth was torn apart.

This is where Bow Lion was killed.

This is a weapon of the ancestors.

Built by the Trivantian army. They are called bombs.

I felt the earth come apart.

If the Trivantians have weapons that can do this,

no one will be able to stop them.

We know where the bombs are. We are on our way to destroy them now.

And you've come here to drag Ranger into it.

Haven't you done enough to us, Baba Voss?

You fled Trivantes just as I did.

And when they invade, you will find yourself back in there.

Maybe. Maybe not.

There's no coal in these mountains.

No fruit. Just the wolves and us.

And they have always left us alone.

Who cares who rules below?

- You say that now. - I say it always.

We belong to no nation. And we will fight for no nation.

Baba, you know I have no love for the Trivantians.

But I have no reason to fight for Paya.

I will give you one, then.

Tormada.

Shut up.

Does it really surprise you to know that he wields this weapon?

Fuck you, Baba Voss.

He'll come.

Did it have to be chickens?

Chicken shit does throw the dogs off.

Yeah, it throws me off a little too.

Well, you didn't give me very much time to plan.

Fair enough.

All right, listen.

We're gonna be waiting for you at the usual place.

Come and find me when it's time to leave.

Fine. What are you doing now?

Well, I guess I'll have to sell these fucking chickens.

You smell like a farm.

I'm painfully aware. Thank you.

So... tell me about the Bank.

Her name is Nevla.

She's a politician but also a patriot.

If there's a rogue faction in the government, she'll root it out.

If she believes you.

If she doesn't, this will be a very short conversation.

Announcing the High Councillor, the Bank.

Councillor.

Roscoe, wait outside.

Ambassador Trovere.

I assume you have the former queen tucked away somewhere.

There's been a bit of a wrinkle.

A wrinkle?

She brought me instead.

And who are you?

I'm Harlan.

Lord of Pennsa, husband to Queen Maghra of Paya.

Have you lost your mind?

I assure you, you'll want to hear what he has to say.

Everything depends on it.

Lord Harlan.

Your reputation precedes you.

That's unfortunate.

But I assure you, I am here to help.

You see...

a rogue faction of your army is set to march on Pennsa

with advanced weapons developed by a scientist named Tormada.

Now, these weapons have the power to flatten buildings, cities even.

And, yes, they will attack us first.

But make no mistake, this is a coup against your government.

You're insane.

- That's... beside the point... - Harlan.

He is not lying.

The last Payan queen accused us of drowning an entire city.

Now this Payan queen accuses us

of a sneak attack with some fantastical weapon.

Now, let's be clear. I'm not accusing your government.

Although, it's likely your buddy, the Military, is involved somewhere.

You need to stop talking.

He needs to stop talking now.

Trovere, a word.

My God, Harlan. Have you no fear at all?

Oh, come on.

She was either gonna believe us or not.

She doesn't believe us.

But she doesn't not believe us.

She clearly senses something is amiss.

Really?

She told me Tormada is actually in the city.

He is scheduled to address the Triangle tomorrow.

Interesting.

So, what do we do?

We do nothing.

We make ourselves scarce.

Nevla knows a military scientist couldn't command the army

without help from someone higher up.

She will quietly investigate.

In the meantime, no one can know I've returned,

or Sibeth's absence will become a problem.

Understood.

So...

dinner?

You're gonna make it very hard for me to leave.

What if you just didn't?

Didn't what?

What is really waiting for you back in Pennsa?

I have devoted my whole life to building that city.