War. By the time I heeded the call of our clans, the battle had passed, and only ashes answered my blade. My purpose is forged anew. This mountain remembers strength--ancient power riding its winds and holding its water. I would earn the right to walk its spine, to reach the fallen stronghold that lies upon the road to the summit. Demons profane these graves. Before I fight at your side, I must know you stand capable. Light the two bonfires and return to me. Their flames draw our enemy out.