Sublime

“Clever.” “I have my moments.”

“I am the servant of the sword,” he said. “I obey the will of the—great god, woman, put on some clothes!”

“I fear that I am going to have to kill your aunt’s hireling.” “Go right ahead.” “Hey now” said Roderick.

“Not him. He’s my bodyguard. My husband’s dead.” “Sorry for your loss.” “That makes one of us.