TG, you’re about two minutes ahead, methinks. I’m still hearing the “fear” discussion.
Yes, this is the sort of story I like.
I could listen to her all day.
I would hire her to tell me scary stories every night. 
and now I’m a sweet little old lady again. 
Aww, Old Nan.
Thanks, pausing
I like the hair scarf. I’m growing my beard out like that. 
::sad trombone::
“Knowledge is my trade, m’lady.”
What he lacks in testicles, he makes up for in ears. 
He looks so remarkably like Cameron Frye.
Man, the janitorial staff needs to get to work on those castle floors.
Never trust a guy who whispers to himself outside a whorehouse.
Commence…ass whoopin’ – verbal Tyrion beat-down style.
Faces on spikes? Surely he’s joking. :rolleyes:
No, he’s serious. And don’t call me Shirley.
“He would never betray my trust.”
Yeah. Never. Yup. :oops:
…and we’ll re-populate the world with self-serving manipulators and treacherous sociopaths. YAY!
Song idea for you, Keir!
Iz’zhit M’adrurrz!
Woah. The Children of the Corn look badass!
More the Children of the Wicker. (And note? Chafes like a bitch.)
Ooh. Awkward. :eek: