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You're Welcome In My House When This Is Over. We'll Open A Cask Of Master Al'vere's Best Brandy. We'll Remember Those Who Fell, And We'll Tell Our Children How We Stood When The Clouds Turned Black And The World Started To Die. We'll Tell Them We Stood Shoulder To Shoulder, And There Was Just No Space For The Shadow To Squeeze Through.

There Is Some Delight In Ale And Wine And Some In Girls With Ankles Fine But My Delight, Yes Always Mine Is To Dance With Jak O’ The Shadows We Will Toss The Dice However They Fall And Snuggle The Girls Be They Short Or Tall Then Follow Lord Mat Whenever He Calls To Dance With Jak O’ The Shadows.

And His Paths Shall Be Many, And Who Shall Know His Name, For He Shall Be Beorn Among Us Many Times, In Many Guises, As He Has Been And Ever Will Be, Time Without End. His Coming Shall Be Like The Sharp Edge Of The Plow, Turning Our Lives In Furrows Form Out Of The Places Where We Lie In Our Silence. The Breaker Of Binds; The Forger Of Chains. The Maker Of Futures; The Unshaper Of Destiny. -from Commentaries On The Prophecies Of The Dragon, By Jurith Dorine, Right Hand To The Queen Of Almoren, 742 Ab, The Third Age

The Best Lie Is Often One Too Ridiculous To Be Taken For A Lie.

In A Cruel Land, You Either Learned To Laugh At Cruelty Or Spent Your Life Weeping.