Seated on Tuliyollal’s throne was a towering figure; a two-headed Mamool Ja. Both heads turned to examine their guest, smiles playing at their lips.

“Welcome, visitor!” The left head spoke. “I do not believe we have been introduced? I am known as the Vow of Reason. You have come from across the salt, have you not? I look forward to hearing the many tales of such an intrepid traveler.”

“And they call me Vow of Resolve for good reason.” The right head continued where his brother left off. “Old as I am, I have not lost a battle worthy of the name since the day I took the throne. And I've been craving a proper challenge. Judging by the sailors' gossip, you are a warrior of renown in your homeland. Yet I wonder─with all your deeds done and victories won… Are you warrior enough to stand against me?”