“When I was young, handsome and foolish I always made it a point of pride to push my luck, to see how far I could go. No better knowing, and even less respect. The less said about most reactions I got the better, but one response I remember to this day came from a Dame Perpetual. She used that one favored saying of theirs, what was it? oh right- ‘No errant blade nor vagrant insult will lay me low, only after death do us part will I yield’. She had a voice as cold as steel, and so concerned was I about the possibility of her running me straight through on the spot that the faint memory of a smile almost passed me by….

If she did? Did what? Oh, right. Yes, hurt like hell it did!” – Bellower the Bold.