A clan can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very highest halls of the clans council. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a clan, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of it's halls, an. . . afflicktion. . . upon the body so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear for the traitor is the plague.”
I think i just fell in love with a pornstar, Got married in the bathroom, Honeymoon on the dance floor , devorced by the end of the night, Thats one hell of a life!
