Curse you, Bayle! I hereby vow! You will rue this day! Behold, a true drake warrior! And I, Igon! Your fears made flesh! Solid of scale you might be, foul dragon... But I will riddle with holes your rotten hide! With a hail of harpoons! With every last drop of my being!

Men are props on the stage of life and no matter how tender, how exquisite, a lie will remain a lie.
Knowing this, do you still desire peace?