In Our Imaginations We Can Go Anywhere.

If Y'can't See With Yore Own Two Eyes What's In Front Of Them, Then Y'better Off Closin' 'em An' Goin' T'sleep, 'tis Far More Restful! —gerul

Fate Is Fickle, And The Company Of Unwilling Friends Short Lived.

Your Lives Be As Full And Happy As Ours,and May The Seasons Be Kind To You And Your Friends. The Door Of Our Abbey Is Always Open To Any Travellers Roaming The Dusty Path Between The Woodlands And The Plains.

Death Comes To Us All Sooner Or Later. We Cannot Escape It.

Are You Going To Go Down On Your Knees And Beg For Your Life, Old One?" Abbot Mortimer Stared Calmly Into Cluny's Savage Eye. "i Will Never Bend My Knee On My Own Behalf. However, If I Thought I Could Save The Life Of One Of My Friends I Would Gladly Fall Down On Both Knees. But I Know You, Cluny, Better Than You Know Yourself. There Is Not A Scrap Of Pity Or Mercy In Your Heart, Only A Burning Desire For Vengeance. Therefore, I Will Not Kneel To One Who Is Consumed By Evil.