[He wasn't watching the shaman approach. His steely gaze had turned to Morrigan, more intrigued by what she had to say. This shaman's insight was probably helpful, but littered with riddles. Morrigan had known Flemeth - insofar as much as one could know something like Flemeth as a person. He felt a pang of sympathy as she drowned whatever else she wanted to say with the wine, and finally turned his frigid stare back to the shaman.]

There is little revenge one can take on dust and bone.


...Unless there is another grudge that time and death cannot settle.