I recognise him!
From the shop,
Two pints of Carling
And some bread
Every Thursday night.
I tilt my head in greeting,
A nod of recognition,
For services rendered,
Profits margins met,
Last year's targets beaten.
Doesn't see me...
No name badge perhaps,
No uniform to pinpoint our mutual recognition.
We pass on by,
He doesn't look back,
I carry on, heart slumping low.
Maybe next time he'll see,
Maybe next time something will click,
Maybe next time he'll know,
And nod back.
Maybe next time I should say 'hello'.
"We are a simple farming community," Renk-Tollen had told her. "We have no need for these weapons, or your war."
Noble sentiments, yet deluded.
She had tried to explain, "Pirates need food. You have more than enough."
"And we will share. A surplus is always maintained."
He was too... naive. "What about when they demand it all, and threaten pain if there is none available upon their return?"
It was a lie, but a calculated one. Gailler knew that these supposed pirates of hers would probably not be back for months. To do so would risk destruction at the hands of their hunters. Thus they would move around, targeting moments of opportunity but nev
"You still don't understand do you? After all that we have been though you still feel it your duty to stand against me."
"That is the way of our order, the strong must always thrive. The weak shall always fall. You are weak, your strategies are failing and it is my duty to protect all we have fought for by bringing new leadership to our order."
"Despite the things we have found, despite the wonders we have seen you still cannot grasp the bigger picture. For you it is but power and strength."
"Through strength our chains will be broken."
"Dying words of a dead order. We are but a shadow of itself. A beast of the night resurrected