23-04-2013, 08:40 PM
επισης τρομερος ο Varys
\"But influence is largely a matter of patience,i have found.
Once I had served the sorcerer\'s purpose, he threw me out of his house to die.I resolved to live to spite him.
I begged.
I sold what parts of my body remained to me.
I became an excellent thief and soon learned that the contents of a man\'s letters are more valuable than the contents of his purse.
Step by step, one distasteful task after another,I made my way from the slums of Myr to the small council chamber.
Influence grows like a weed. I tended mine patiently until its tendrils reached from the Red Keep all the way across to the far side of the world.\"
\"But influence is largely a matter of patience,i have found.
Once I had served the sorcerer\'s purpose, he threw me out of his house to die.I resolved to live to spite him.
I begged.
I sold what parts of my body remained to me.
I became an excellent thief and soon learned that the contents of a man\'s letters are more valuable than the contents of his purse.
Step by step, one distasteful task after another,I made my way from the slums of Myr to the small council chamber.
Influence grows like a weed. I tended mine patiently until its tendrils reached from the Red Keep all the way across to the far side of the world.\"
Chaos is a ladder.Many who try to climb it fail,never get to try again.The fall breaks them. And some are given a chance to climb but they refuse.They cling to the realm,or the gods,or love illusions.Only the ladder is real.The climb is all there is.