In the realm of Katuradan a klennonao is not merely a fighter but a soldier in war.
This particular soldier stands alone in the aftermath of the horrible war brought upon the land by the evil queen on San.
The poets say thus:
Winds blowing down from San, cold and clenching
Rattles the grass of Bell-Tumi, intimidating, dreadful and cold
The poets make of it great poetry, the singers sing endlessly
The harp never sleeps, the audience ever thirsty
Hooves trampling mud, blades tasting blood
Darkness revealing its true self
Courage praised, victory ever sung to
But who remembers the fallen ones?
Tribes shattered, shields broken, heroes brought down, beasts slain
The sun bleaching their bared skulls
Widows crying, children screaming, men weeping
Lands conquered, crowns gathered
Glory of men in the highest
What a loss