<A spirit materializes before you, recovering from a full-body yawn.> You have no ranks with you... and you are not dressed as a soldier. We repelled Archimonde then? It's been so long. I had almost forgotten what I once was, but you... you must be one of the first to walk these craters in years. <The veteran glances at his surroundings.> Let us continue our conversation at an overlook with a view I remember vividly, just west of here. Long ago, I left my scabbard to rest there.