They will pay. I am Lord of the Morning.
I must kill him.
Do you have the Horn of Valere hidden in your pocket this time?
The Wheel of Time and the wheel of a man’s life turn alike without pity or mercy.
Where are all the dead? Why will they not be silent?
We all have our limits. And we set them further out than we have any right.
Humming
Hums softly & tugs earlobe
KILL HIM KILL HIM NOW
