And when asked about Her Grandson, The Dragon Master's Grandmother spoke thus:

Verily, I say unto you...

As the wolves stalk their prey, and as the sage elucidates nomadic truth, so too will the naysayer pathetic worms be condemned to pussy-suckle in The Second Circle.

Chapped will their lips be.

Chapped will their spirit be.

Chapped will their hope for salvation be.

For their Heavenly Lord is My Grandson, and His FURY is their cross.