“The real reason why you’re dashing promptly out again is so that you don’t have to argue with my councilors about war funds.” “Great sands, man, why would I want to do your job? They’re your councilors, you argue with them. My job is to look pretty on a white horse and win battles.”

“The real reason why you’re dashing promptly out again is so that you don’t have to argue with my councilors about war funds.” “Great sands, man, why would I want to do your job? They’re your councilors, you argue with them. My job is to look pretty on a white horse and win battles.”

— Honor Raconteur