As you sit down in the booth your attention is caught once again by strange blue glow. It is a carving of sorts...

Fire is a miracle. Without it we are nothing. Some might argue that we are something, but what is a dunlending in the darkness without a torch? Dead. A dwarf can see and carry on as usual and elf too, after all they are the children of darkness, while men were born in the light. It is curious to see men wield fire to destroy even though it is what allows them to be what they are. Even we, the blessed Children of Amarthatar wield fire to cleanse the infidels. But this story is not about a wielder of the Blue Flame, although it does involve the highest of our Order, the Turamarth. He who knows the way of Amarthatar, rode to Dol Amroth seeking revenge for a previous KoDA attack. A loyal Dragon of Middle Earth accompanied him, lest he be ambushed and massacred by the infidels.

As always our enemies felt the dread in the air and immediately waited at their gate ready to defend it to the death. The first knight was there with his sword driven into the ground in sign of defiance and with him, a poor lost soul that once basked in the glory of Amarthatar, but now counted himself as one of the proud Knights of Dol Amroth. The Turamarth initiated the fight without a word, knowing the deafness of the KoDA ears. They will not listen so they must be cleansed from the land. The first knight immediately disarmed our mighty Turamarth, fearing the bite of his blade, while the Dragon held back studying the opponents at hand, and the second knight appeared frozen in his tracks.

The fighting KoDA was landing good blows, but the Turamarth only got angrier and angrier as the spineless KoDA prevented him from drawing his sword. The battle moved into the courtyard and the Dragon followed, yet the lost sheep of Amarthatar remained frozen in the same spot. As they entered the courtyard the Dragon began casting, tired of the KoDA's lack of honor. The fireball burst from his hand and struck the KoDA a grievous wound, almost knocking him senseless from the pain. While the KoDA reeled, the Turamarth glanced at his former brother, wanting to cry to his true brethren to open his eyes to the blue light once more. But now his back was to him and either a tug-of-war of emotions or Amarthatar himself prevented that KoDA from attacking.

The first knight regained his composure and his beautiful longsword of elven make gleamed in the sunlight once more, as it tried desperately to curb the Turamarth's wrath. A chanting began behind the Turamarth, and everyone involved in the battle knew that the KoDA might not survive this fireball after seeing the damage that the last did. A blast of fire raged from the Dragon's hand and this time the heat from the fireball was intense enough to make his armour glow softly white, as his soul seeped away before his body hit the ground.

The battle was won. Fire had once again aided our cause, the cause of all men. On their way out of the keep, the Turamarth paused and placed his hand on his former comrade's shoulder, a sign that Amarthatar still awaited for him to come back to Angolkor.

"Namarie," the Turamarth said.

"Na...Namarie...Taur," he replied.

Fire the life and death of men. The miracle burns brightly every day, and the faithful await the day when its hue turns blue....

The carving ends and suddenly the blue glow fades away along with the carvings!