The plate on a moredhel chest in “Betrayal at Krondor” wrote:
Like dogs shouting at the moon,
Or armor worn by the trees.
Like a sharply spoken command,
Or a tiny vessel upon the seas.
Therefore, you’re banned, q.e.d.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.