The gnome's eyes glitter, at the mention of V'elen. "Yes, the child. The<em>words</em>speak of him, as well."<br/><br/>"<em>Called to break, called to destroy,<br/>Bound to live, bound to guide,<br/>Freed to sunder, freed to defend,<br/>Chosen to save, chosen to damn.</em>"<br/><br/>The gnome seems... taller, for a moment, as it replies, though a second voice seems to break in, as he speaks. "The field is set, and I think you have enough-- You're behind? What numbers are you looking at? --advantages, for now."<br/><br/>"However, before I leave you, one final prophecy you may... enjoy.<em>The Sundering will not begin until the Father of Daughters bears a son.</em>"