What patience you much have in holding your tongue around these people. A talent I've yet to learn. [ because, holy shit, the chantry feels shoved halfway down his throat just stepping into the gallows.

iorveth hear's 'white wolf', and he can't help the short chuckle that leaves him. ] Forgive me, it's just the same thing my people call one of my dear friends. 'White Wolf', Gwynbleidd in my tongue. Though, if you're Stablemaster here, you've likely met my bird.

The large, obnoxiously green one that prances around the stables.

[ it is literally a lime green, horse-sized chicken. don't ask him, came out of dreamland.]