<strong>Pytyar</strong><br/><br/>"Too unpredictable for my tastes.  No place on a battlefield," he agreed.  Pytyar'd been bred, created even, for such fields.  Randomness was not an element he treasured in such situations.  If something, a piece of magic or technology, wasn't going to do what it was supposed to do all the time, then he had no real use for it.  Afterall, if the siege engine had a fifty-fifty chance of throwing a boulder or collapsing on its crew, he wasn't about to lose half his engine crews.