You can keep your grand companies and your armies and your airships and your summons. Take all your great artifacts and your hocus pocus fireballs and your thrice-damned, cheating healing magic. You can keep your cannons and your magic armor and your swords tempered in the belly of a volcano. None of that matters so much as the people behind you.

What is power?

Solid folks at your back.

Folks you can count on.

Folks you can trust.

Friends, you could say, and what’s wrong with that?