Nadir we, youth born, axe wielders, blood letters, victors still.

“I may be stupid, as you say, to believe in honour and friendship and loyalty wi…”

“Nothing of real worth can ever be bought. Love, friendship, honour, valour, res…”

“we are what we are my boy and wolves is what we are”

“Love is a mystery. We embrace it where we can. Mostly we do not choose whom we …”