Status Updates From Darkfire of Caerwynfael

Grief does not ask if you are ready. It simply places weight in your hands and tells you who must be buried next.

Your fear is understandable, but your anger is not mine to carry.”

Hunger makes men reckless. -women too lol

Silence is a sharp thing. It cuts as cleanly as any blade, and it leaves you bleeding long after the strike.

“Fear used to be loud. Now I make it wait its turn.”

“Bishop Bent,” he said with a soft chuckle. “That’s a fitting name.” Alder nudged the stone with his boot. “He was so crooked they couldn’t even bury him straight.” “Memory told me he used to offer two-for-one forgiveness if you paid in contraband,” said Rhenmar.

“Steel glances off me, but a certain lady’s indifference? Now, that leaves a bruise.”

I would keep my eyes open. I decided then I would learn the truth. -be so serious right now

“Good evening, Veyric.” He smiled indulgently and stepped closer, bracing a hand on the table. “It’s a wonder, truly. A woman like you, wasting your nights in books when there are far better ways to spend them.” -gives Gaston vibes

“You know Rhenmar, you’d make a fine addition to the royal stables. Right between the stallions and the hogs.” LOL

In his eyes, tyranny was a shield, not a sin, and that belief made him perilous beyond measure. -ooo the plot thickens

The foolish learned nothing when confronted. Better to let them underestimate you.

Knowledge without caution is more dangerous than ignorance.”

“Well, I’ve suffered no flames, no tears, and no tripping over my own feet, so… I’m practically thriving.” - girl same!