:10:05
What are you doing?
:10:07
lf l had really been Sahro, you wouldn't
just have lost your hand, there.
:10:10
You'd have lost your head-string.
:10:12
l almost had you.
:10:13
This is serious business, Hal.
:10:15
You're the Kharo's son, not a warrior.
:10:18
l am a General.
:10:20
Let my men take care of the Zeriths.
:10:22
Stay here, Hal.
:10:23
You're going to be the Kharo.
:10:25
Dream on, Erito. You wooden head.
:10:41
Hal, my son,
:10:44
when you read this letter l shall be dead.
:10:58
Father!
:11:17
What is happened?
:11:19
-Nothing.
-But your hand?
:11:22
Mind your own business.
:11:23
Erito will take care of it.
:11:26
Attention, you lot!
:11:28
You're in luck, Sir, we've got pretty much
everything in stock right now.
:11:32
Hands, feet, good strong knees,
sturdy thighs.
:11:35
Stand still for the General!
:11:37
We found this one up North
of the Nordessa Forest.
:11:40
Good climate up there,
so he ain't got no rot on him.
:11:43
What d'you need?
:11:45
-A hand.
-Who for?
:11:47
-Hal Tara.
-Oh well, take a look at this one, then.
:11:50
Pure oak that is, last a lifetime.
:11:53
Ready for painting, Haven't seen hands
good as that in a long while.
:11:56
l'll take it.
:11:59
The whole world wounds with you,
my chidren.