"Ocrest..." Do'rhajul repeated. His mind turned back towards the past, and his face turned grim. Again, he started to look away from Sabine as he spoke. "I remember what happened. It was an order that came down from the priests. I did not understand it at the time; I thought it was too aggressive. We launched simultaneous attacks against multiple clans, every one of which we knew the location. It was a short term victory for us to destroy so many clans, but ultimately a long term loss in the war effort. Your people learned, adapted, and retaliated effectively."

Do'rhajul took in a deep breath, the reminder of the clans he had attacked not doing much to improve his mood. "I did not understand it then, but it was because Vile had already given up on you. He had already deemed the war not to be worthwhile, so attacking at that time made sense just to claim what souls he could before abandoning the war. I was a fool not to see it, and to keep following those orders. Thinking about it now, I would wager that my task to hunt down and kill the Champion was meant as a way to be rid of me. I doubt Vile would have any issues sacrificing a loyal zealot like Arinette if it meant tying up a loose end like myself. Perhaps that shall happen still; this Ri'vashi's rage against me is completely justified. It would be wrong of me to raise a finger against her, no matter what she does to me."