Voiceless we ride, as a wingless
flutter, coming down with a toothless bite like the wind. Men whom
fingers are quick and agile, trained to be aware of the softest of
sounds, and move even softer.
Be warned, friends we have little, and obligations we have even less.
If you dare forth enter our halls, I welcome you, and hope to see you
again. You have entered the halls of the Spawn of Shadows, halls not
for the feint of heart.
A Simple Minded Gorean
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