"Need place. Place to gather, to fight, to organize..." Zathras shakes his head and turns around to see the castle. This is not the place he was supposed to be. There are no castles in Zathras' destiny.

"Not the place. Not the time. No one tells Zathras anything."

Suddenly a box drops down from the sky and he bends to pick up. There are strange markings all around it. "This is wrong tool. Cannot use this."