Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.
If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised
Those that yield are not always weak
Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland
It is not everyday that one learns an entire militia has sworn unbeknownest to obey you
Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.