Eetu sighs at Mother Drott "Mother, you summed things up so ...quickly. The official decree was far more poetic than that Let those who seek to claim this hold, present themselves on Pennons bold. Let any warrior make his claim! And if that one be the last challenger standing, tis a flame to them and them alone, to decide who sits upon hold throne. Honor in battle! Fairness in fight! All you need is skill in might! To claim the black glass tower, come upon the Pennons hour!"