I Am A Story Teller.

I Know Whom We Must Fight...it Is The Church. For All Its History, It's Tried To Suppress And Control Every Natural Impulse.that Is What The Church Does, And Every Church Is The Same: Control, Destroy, Obliterate Every Good Feeling.

If A Witch Needs Something, Another Witch Will Give It To Her. If There Is War To Be Fought, We Don't Consider Cost One Of The Factors In Deciding Whether Or Not It Is Right To Fight. Nor Do We Have Any Notion Of Honor. An Insult To A Bear Is A Deadly Thing. To Us...inconceivable. How Could You Insult A Witch? What Would It Matter If You Did?

A Murderer Was A Worthy Companion.

Corruption And Envy And Lust For Power. Cruelty And Coldness. A Vicious Probing Curiousity. Pure, Poisonous, Toxic Malice. You Have Never From Your Earliest Years Shown A Shred Of Compassion For Sympathy Or Kindness Without Calculating How It Would Return To Your Advantage. You Have Tortured And Killed Without Regret Or Hesitation; You Have Betrayed And Intrigued And Gloried In Your Treachery. You Are A Cess-pit Of Moral Filth.

After Nourishment, Shelter And Companionship, Stories Are The Thing We Need Most In The World.