I slightly look up at him. "Fine. I just don't want someone trying to hurt my family. It just pisses me off." Riley looks up at me and giggles. I signal her not to say that word again and she nods turning foward.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Outside the Tavern, I hear fighting. I clutch the handle of my shotgun and then sling it onto my back. Ready. But just as I open the doors it stops. No more fighting. I see people sitting down in benches, braiding hairs. And I ask the only question that comes into my mind.
Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fires in the minds of men. Words can wring tears from the hardest hearts. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind