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.
Violence is never the answer but sometimes, like with cockroaches, it is the only possible response.
What do they do for a village idiot when you're here?
Most people don't care who's in charge as long as someone is.
The world tilted slightly sideways. 'I think I need to sit down.' The floor seemed like the best option. It was close and he'd already proved that he could hit it. His legs folded.