Varodahn: oh, fair warning: a woman is about to burst in here with a sword screaming in Occidental.
Ismyrn, bursting in with a sword: TU LUPA!
Varodahn: you must be Ismyrn Galatti. Has anyone ever told you that you’re predictable?
Ismyrn: the last God of Sight who called me predictable died on the edge of this very blade.
Varodahn, imitative: “and he did not even threaten my daughter to drive me to it.”
Ismyrn: that is what I was going to say, YES.
