Kings Are Chosen By The Source, So

One Day The Enemy Will Cross The Great Green. They Will Bring War And Tragedy To These Eastern Lands. Such Is The Nature Of Vile Men. Yet We Cannot Live In Dread Of Them. We Cannot Hide Behind These High Walls, Our Hearts Trembling. For That Is Not Life. We Must Accept The Needs And The Duties Of Each Day, And Face Them One At A Time.

Every Man Has His Own Reason For Every Deed. Usually It Is Selfish.

Do Not Speak Badly Of Yourself, For The Warrior That Is Inside You Hears Your Words And Is Lessened By Them.

Evil Lives In A Pit. If You Want To Fight It, You Must Climb Down Into The Slime To Do So. White Cloaks Show The Dirt More Thank Black, And Silver Tarnishes.

Be At Peace, My Friend. One Thing I Have Learnt About Death Is That His Bark Is Worse Than His Bite.