War breaks out in the far north, as the Empire's oppression of the mountain people results in a terrifying backlash. With the one competent leader in the Northern Garrison assassinated, the ignorant garrison commander flings the troops headlong into a highly defended, mountainous position, with disastrous results.  Ikta and his friends are kept as part of the reserves for now, but it won't be long until they're thrust into the war as well.
Solork, do you have anything to say to me?
سولورك، هل لديك أي شيء تودّ قوله لي؟
Solork, hast du mir
irgendetwas zu sagen?
Solork, ¿tienes algo que decirme?
Solork, ¿tienes algo que decirme?
Tu n’as rien à me dire, Solork ?
Solork, c'è nulla che vuoi dirmi?
Soloak, não tem nada
 que deva me dizer?
Ничего мне не скажешь, Солорк?