We were at the gates, we were almost there. Everything was going so well. The Citadel lay within our grasp, the battle would soon be over. Then we heard it. A death rattle of a cough that froze the blood to ice. No one had told us Mary was here. No one had warned us...And then the horrible screech, and she was on us, tearing into the men in front of me, a cloud of pestilence following her like an aura. She...I...I'm sorry, Master. We failed Junil. She was too much.--Dying words of Truls Dagrend, 1st. Order Shield Troops, recorded at Crusader Plague Hospital.