Seianus bowed, the awkward roly-poly jerk of the fat man.

But if she had murdered two children, I'd gladly see her spend her final years on earth in a cell with an iron-hard bed and an overflowing shitter in the corner.

What? She be the Goldenaxe? No—that would rive the rock indeed. No dwarfmaid wields coldmetal–

(dated)