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RC The Cheesing Of Lydia
the line - Let's go - Shouldn't
Get these prisoners
they had something to do with
This isn't happening
Hey - you - you're finally awake
You were trying to cross
Hey what village are you from
the border right
Walked right into that
this - This is Helgen - I used
horse thief - Why do you care
Imperial ambush same as us
and that thief over there
A Nord's last thoughts
Damn you Stormcloaks
Skyrim was fine until
out of the cart - Move it
to be sweet on a girl from here
should be of home
you came along Empire was
nice and lazy - If they hadn't
Rorikstead - I'm
been looking for you I could've
stolen that horse and been
Wonder if Vilod is still making
I'm from Rorikstead
halfway to Hammerfell
You there - You and me
General Tullius sir
we shouldn't be here
It's these Stormcloaks
keep the gods waiting for us
Why are we stopping
that mead with juniper berries
The headsman is waiting
the Empire wants
We're all brothers and sisters
Good - Let's get this over with
in binds now thief
Shut up back there
mixed in - Funny when I was
Shor Mara Dibella Kynareth
And what's wrong with him - huh
Watch your tongue - You're
Akatosh Divines please help me
speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak
the true High King
Why do you think - End of
a boy Imperial walls and towers
Look at him General Tullius
Ulfric - The Jarl of Windhelm
You're the leader of
the military Govenor
the rebellion - But if they've
captured you - Oh gods
used to make me feel so safe
And it looks like the Thalmor
where are they taking us
I don't know where we're going
are with him - Damn elves I bet
but Sovngarde awaits
No this can't be happening
RC King Killer Chronicle
Kvothe - Name of the Wind
a great river-smoot
h stone
The Waystone was his just as
It was in the weight
of the black stone hearth that
the third silence was his
held the head of a longdead fire
the dark hours of the night
If there had been music - but no
It was the slow back and forth
Of course there was no music
The Waystone Inn lay in silence
and it was a silence of 3 parts
In fact there were
The most obvious part was
a hollow - echoing quiet
It was the patient
This was appropriate
as it was
of a white linen cloth rubbing
none of these things
and so the silence remained
along the grain of the bar
Inside the Waystone - a pair
made by things that were lacking
If there had been a wind
of men huddled at one
it would have sighed through
the trees - set the inn's sign
the greatest silence of the 3
and it was in the hands
corner of the bar - they drank
with quiet determinati
on
of the man who stood there
avoiding serious discussions
creaking on its hooks
and brushed the silence
of troubling news
Patrick - Rothfuss
cut-flower sound of a man
wrapping the other inside itself
polishing a stretch of mahogany
In doing this they added
a small - sullen silence
down the road like
trailing autumn leaves
that already gleamed in the
to the larger - hollow one
It made an alloy of sorts
It was deep and wide
lamplight - The man had
a counterpoin
t
If there had been a crowd
even a handful of men
The third silence
inside the inn - they would have
filled the silence with
true-red hair - red as flame
was not an easy thing to notice
If you listened for an hour
who is waiting to die
as autumn's ending
His eyes was dark and distant
You might begin to feel it
conversatio
n and laughter
the clatter and clamour
in the wooden floor underfoot
one expects from
a drinking house during
and he moved with the subtle
and in the rough - splintering
barrels behind the bar
It was heavy as
certainty that comes from
knowing many things
