One Part Brave, Three Parts

What Will Happen Will Happen And I Won't Waste My Time Worrying.

I Cannot Prove That Gods Do Not Exist. Nor Can I Prove That The World And Everything In It Was Not Created By An Entity Or Entities In The Distant Past. But I Can Tell You That In The Millennia We Elves Have Studied Nature, We Have Never Witnessed An Instance Where The Rules That Govern The World Have Been Broken. That Is, We Have Never Seen A Miracle. Many Events Have Defied Our Ability To Explain, But We Are Convinced That We Failed Because We Are Still Woefully Ignorant About The Universe And Not Because A Deity Altered The Workings Of Nature.

A True Warrior Does Not Fight Because He Wishes To But Because He Has To. A Man Who Yearns For War, A Man Who Enjoys His Killing, He Is A Brute And A Monster. No Matter How Much Glory He Wins On The Battlefield, That Cannot Erase The Fact That He Is No Better Than A Rabid Wolf Who Will Turn On His Friends And Family As Soon As His Foes.

On The Beach, Roran Stood Alone, Watching Them Go. Then He Threw Back His Head And Uttered A Long, Aching Cry, And The Night Echoed With The Sound Of His Loss.

He Who Stands Like A Pilar Dies In Battle. He Who Bends Like A Reed Is Triumphant!