[i]I seen men and women just like these. Killed some, fucked some, laughed with some. A lot of them were the same who left me bleeding on that fucking road...

Cedric, his fucking accent is grating and it only sounds worse when he's bragging about this or that. Bigger than me, sure, but so was Ingvar and a dozen others you never hear much about anymore. A good man with a bow, though, friendly enough and he drinks like a man who was nursed on ale. I like him. Reminds me a bit of Karling.

I knew a girl like Fiona, scrappy little lass. Any woman that can spit at my feet and look me in the eyes is one worth having around. She's got a knife-tongue and speaks sharp words. She'd best stay careful lest she cut her throat on them.

Now, Berich. He's a man with deep pockets. The ones with money always have a few left over for the ones with the knives. I think I'll talk to this man more often. 

There was one among my band just like Finch. Quick fingers and stringy as all the hells. Beggars have their purposes, toss a coin and lend an ear, you'll know all sorts of things. But Finch, you can see it hiding in the corners of his eyes. There's a pain there.

Ah, the Bone Knight. I like his pretty sword, I like his pretty stories, I don't like his ugly habit. I knew a man who ate the sugar. Knifed him when he tried to do me the favor. But he's a lad chasing stories and a name. I was him once. Once. Follow the fighter's path long enough and you'll end up here, lad.

Greenfingers. What can I say about young little Greenfingers? She stares off into the world often, she has a brightness that only those who haven't crawled through a shit life had. Heard she was here because she tried to fix the world. Now she knows the thanks that the world gives her for good deeds. She'd do good to take it right to heart.

Maulakanth. He's big. Too big. But big men sleep heavy.

Kiralla's got her head in her books too often. I had to learn her name by listening to the guards who dragged her in and we've still barely shared a word.

Oh, Stendarr have mercy on this and that, Auriel's light shine on whatever the fuck. Whenever a knife-ear does something, they always think they're the gods' gift to it. Auriel's light shine on my arse, Grayfhar.[/i]