KURT LODER? HE CAN EAT A FUCKIN' FAT COCKSACK. MY BAD, HE ALREADY DOES.
Mar. In Gods name, and the Kings, say who ye art. And why thou com'st thus knightly clad in Armes?
And when, on the still cold nights, he pointed his nose at a star and howled long and wolflike, it was his ancestors, dead and dust, pointing nose at star and howling down through the centuries through him.
As he lay before the door, it was proposed to strip and reattire the body.
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