Ragnarok - XV
The witch king leaned against the battlement. "what surety have you, shane falconi, that you are of this 'us' you eulogize? that, when they stand, you will be there at all?"
Ragnarok - XIV
The silence swelled as without word or nod the witch king turned the nearest chair right-angled to itself and at the table's foot reclined on two wood legs.