Clearly the Old One had the capacity to kill - or easily deliver some sort of final ending that sounded remarkably like death.
All of us recruits are equal in the eyes of the Army: low as you can go.
Be careful..you're all I've got left, to remind me who I really am.
The visions are fragmented and a dark cloud spreads like spilt ink across the pages of possible futures.
Bee stings are very educational
When the dead do walk seek water's run, for this the Dead will always shun. Swift river's best or broadest lake to ward the dead and have and make. If water fails thee, fire's thy friend, if neither guards it will be thy end.