Legacy. A hard word, and Dong-Yun seems briefly to struggle with it. But then, he prevails, "He was before, in the village. A huntsman. But no one... no one particular. Only, a huntsman. Then... mother said, the sacrifices stopped when he appeared. And now we just... trust him with people to train. Our best."

The young men and women the man of Ke-Waiar and the Hok-Shinn presented. Future soldiers and defenders, and those who'll ensure what nearly happened here, tonight, to Dong-Yun will never — will never again —

He is faint, it strikes him, when his cup lands with a hard thuds and shatters. And softly, "I'm sorry, sir. I think — I might be wanting some sleep, sir."

Only a few hours, to rest his eyes and stop the shivers of his body, before he crawls back to the forge, where a great lock shields the rooms from the outer world. There, he's safe.