We've been riding for a month my love, Surely the dead can wait.
When the winter comes, the seven Gods together couldn't save you and your royal army
The darkness is coming for us all. We'll face it together. And when the Great War is over, perhaps you'll remember I chose to help with no promises or assurances from any of you. I expect not
So Instead, we should settle our differences and live in harmony for the rest of our days?
