"Is that so?" One gets the impression that if there were eyebrows left behind those bandages, one of them would be rising now. "You do come from a long way off, then. Otherwise I'd imagine you'd have heard about what the White Legs did to New Canaan, as part of Caesar's price to let them join."

Hector mutters something; the bandaged man's eyes narrow. "Tell your companion there that I don't test people with falsehoods. New Canaan is no more- undoubtedly because of me- and the Legion is waiting on the White Legs to finish their campaign of blood and fire before extending their reach into these valleys."