I don't trust my life to chance. I trust it to a thick coating of Hanged Man's Venom on my blade.

Once upon a time, Mahakam held a horn-blowing contest. That day the dwarves made an important discovery: loud noises and snow-capped peaks do not play well together.

The simplest of objects sometimes possess the greatest power.

Will it help? Who knows. Shouldn't do harm, though. Probably.