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Persuasive Speech, And More Persuasive Sighs, Silence That Spoke And Eloquence Of Eyes.

And By The Sacred Parchment, I Swear That If I Reveal The Secrets Of The Stonecutters, May My Stomach Become Bloated And My Head Be Plucked Of All But Three Hairs

All Men Have Need Of The Gods.

It Is Not Unseemly For A Man To Die Fighting In Defense Of His Country.

A Hunter Of Shadows, Himself A Shade.