Once you step into this underground palace, it means you will forever be bound to our chariot.
Our enemies will also become your enemies, and our shadows of crisis will also fall upon you.
To be frank, I don't think this is a responsibility that a diminutive Jackal Tribe Chief should bear. Perhaps saying this will hurt your feelings, but I don't believe you are the wolf-man saint Murphy envisions to end the Black Disaster.
You were not molded to accomplish great things.
Your potential is poor, and your talent is barely sufficient. Forcing you forward like this is almost tantamount to sending you to your death.
You can leave now.
I will tell Murphy that you tragically died in the underground palace, but after that, you will have to abandon everything and live under an assumed name elsewhere.
I will cast a spell on you, so you forget everything.
