Wandering harlot: Prediction (Das Vermächtnis der Wanderhure) (№ 386009)

Great Khan, I appeal to you, as the one that came here full of fear. I didn't know your people, everything was so foreign. But now I know that the courage and honor to live in these yurts. I valued your son, he was my hope. What good is the desire to die, once seeing the land where the sun sets, if life is beautiful where the sun rises? How many more parents must weep for their sons, how many women must have been a widow? Your son wanted to end the war, you can now fulfill his final wish.