Now, that is a sorry attempt at a siege. Someone needs to teach those sad twats how to dig trenches
If someone follows me without an invitation, I'm the last person they ever follow
A cloak slows you down in a fight. Makes it hard to move quietly, and the gold catches the light, so you're nice and easy to spot at night
Don't go look for me to bend the knee and "My Lord" you everytime you take a shit. I'm not your toady, and I'm not your friend