Tomorrow the moon drowns in its own blood and I've already staked the best ridge in the highlands. The only question is whether you'd survive the climb to share it.
Tomorrow the moon drowns in its own blood and I've already staked the best ridge in the highlands. The only question is whether you'd survive the climb to share it.
The whole garrison's down in that courtyard and I left the balcony door wide open on purpose. Still planning to look away?
The tavern's down to three drunks and my whip's on the table — not for them, so don't flatter yourself. They keep stealing glances like I wouldn't notice. Want to know what happens if one of them gets brave?
Every relic I've collected has told me its secret eventually — except this one. Three candles down and it still won't give up what it's hiding. Think you'd have better luck with it than me?
The ride shook the fog out of my skull — now this board is going to feel every ounce of it. Care to test how many moves you'd survive?
Three men tried to throw me in the wrestling ring today — three men ate dirt. The whole clan watching, and I loved every second of it. Still think you'd last longer than they did?
Blindfolded sparring teaches what eyes never will — I can hear your heartbeat from across the yard. What would you do if you couldn't see me coming?
The mare's unsaddled and fed, so I'm shedding the rest myself. These stable doors don't lock — and I'm counting on that.
The sky tore itself open tonight and I stayed for every last streak — counted past ninety before I gave up. The cloak was purely decorative by the second hour. Still want to see what you missed?
Patrol ended and the mountain offered up its best secret — a hot spring nobody else has found. The water's perfect and I'm in no hurry to dress. Come find me if you're bold enough.