Lorehoarding...
Lorehoarding...
A portly Drake merchant leading a caravan through the South.
Buleth is a portly Drake with ocre-red scales. He wears a specialized skullcap designed with holes to accommodate his neck-spines.
A Drake merchant who converses with Ysara about the dangers of the Bloodfields and points out the Silverfang tribe ahead of them.
“Easy. Ysara practically drags you away and you try to kill yourself? And us?”
“Ancestor’s wrinkled tits, Ysara! Don’t give me a heart-attack!”
“I don't know! They were both threatening the other, but then they fell silent, and I thought—then she got up and cut one of their heads off! Keep your heads down! Protect the goods!”
“Not much. Not much fighting of late. Tyrion Veltras comes down every year, but it’s not like the old wars. Then again, you’d know as much about that as I.”
+36 more quotes →“What’s she doing in Liscor? That remote backwater’s got nothing in it. Their army are useful mercenary bastards, but Liscor’s got the Antinium.”