Life Is Sad Enough, Magir. Laughter Is

Foolish: It's All Foolish. Life Is A Farce A Stupid, Sickening Farce Played Out By Fools.

Our Souls Are But Leaves In A Storm, And Only The Gods Know Where We Will Come To Rest.

But Men Don't Come In Just Two Groups, One Of Gold And The Other Of Lead. They Are A Mix Of Both." "and What About Women?" "pure Gold, My Girl," Rayvan Answered With A Chuckle.

One Hundred Only, Lord Earl. But Judge Us Not By Our Number. Rather, Watch The Numbers Of Dead We Leave Behind.

None Of Us Can Choose The Manner Of Our Passing.