I'm sorry." About what?" He shrugged, made uncomfortable by the question."I'm not sure. It's a Canadian thing.
Empty words show an empty mind, and silence speaks most eloquently of all.
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.
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.
Better the comfort of a lie than the absurdity of the truth.