I'm sorry." About what?" He shrugged, made uncomfortable by the question."I'm not sure. It's a Canadian thing.
Bards were terrible at keeping secrets. They insisted on putting them to music.
Large men in black plate mail with red cloaks and plumes don't sneak worth a damn.
Most people don't care who's in charge as long as someone is.
What do they do for a village idiot when you're here?
Empty words show an empty mind, and silence speaks most eloquently of all.