We will make new house, new life. Luluba does not accept pity, no pity.

But Luluba will accept help. Sandscale Hornskulls make noise like crashing houses. Reminds us of what is lost.

Pity we poor Babanyu. Sandscale Hornskulls will not let us rest.

Player: Accept.

Everyday we relive the pain, walls crashing into dust. This is sound of the Sandscale Hornskull.

Our family, our tribe, running, running. These are memories we erase, erase.

A quiet life now is what we seek.

Player: "Goldrine, quiet? I did my part."

Yes, we can see that this is not the place for peace.

Yet, Luluba must make a home. We hide here from memories, and a Daeva can help.

Hornskulls return. Is certain. Once too many, and we may move to Sarpan.