These are they, see you the markings here. With these hell-pups gone, all our people shall breathe easier. How near it is that we scorn death in the maws of a ravening beast! These men died in battle as surely as any on the dragon-pyre.
When knights are thin upon the ground, it is the lowly of the house who suffer─grooms and washers, porters and yeomen. Our house patches with adventurers whatever is threadbare, but...
Some of the other High Houses continue to bar the gates against outlanders altogether, or treat them with such disdain that any service they accept must surely bear a taint.
Honor is in how justly we treat others who serve the cause alongside us, in life and death. Out of honor flows all that makes a man of a boy, a woman of a girl. Surely when we meet Halone in the afterlife, 'tis honor She judges, not pride.