NOTE: I WON'T BE DOING THIS MUCH UNTIL I FINISH MY OTHER STORY, BECAUSE THIS IS THE SEQUEL. IT WILL BE A LOT MORE VIOLENT.
"You've been a good friend Martin, but I have to leave. If I live, I'll return. But if I die, which is far more likely, it's up to you to protect Redwall."
"Where are you going? Mossflower is safe."
"A clan tradition. Or rather, one started by my brother. Every year, there is a tournement. Lose ten times in a row, and wherever you live is destroyed by his armies. Refuse to participate, and he'll just invade. Since I've lost nine times, if I lose this time I'll be killed in a painful way, such as being ripped in half, a specialty of my brother. A word of warning though, his army isn't like anything you've ever seen. Once I thought I killed one of his soldiers, and almost got decapitated a second after. Dismemberment is ithe best way to go with them."
"You never talk about your home, what's it like?"
"Lots of forest, quite cold, it snows a lot. It's beautiful in it's own way."