Offene Jobs (10)

The North remembers.

Power is a curious thing. Who lives, Who dies. Power resides where men believ...

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

The things I do for love.

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken thi...

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

All dwarfs are bastards in their father's eyes

There are no heroes...in life, the monsters win.

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken thi...

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken thi...