Wingback, my eyes have sought you!

Lend me a hand until these rough tides change.

My head is bowed, Wingback.

Through many changes in the tide, I have searched for those who can help in the war among my people.

Our spears remain ready to pierce each other's flesh... I know all shall pass, but if the current could be changed, this war should be stopped before all is lost.

"Perhaps we can work something out."