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"Beware of the dogs! Beware of the evil workers! Beware of the mutilators!"
Philippians 3:2 ISV.

Trees of Eternity — Sinking Ships
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i8uOsLmqS5E

"'Tis degrading to undertake difficult trifles ; and foolish is the labour spent on puerilities."
[Turpe est difficiles habere nugas et stultus labor est ineptiarum.]
Martial, Satires, Book II, #86 [Forget the throng; my delight is to please listeners few and choice.]

Hawke cut Feynriel down to tranquil; Fade dreamer part made it to her mabari, Tevinter built, until leap into Orsino.

"In land, the title may be crack'd; in houses, they may be burnt; in apparel, 'twill wear; in wine, alas for our pity! 
our throat is but short: but employ your money upon women, and a thousand to nothing, some one of them will 
bestow that on you which shall stick by you as long as you live; they are no ungrateful persons, they will give quid 
for quo: do ye protest, they'll swear; do you rise, they'll fall; do you fall, they'll rise; do you give them the French 
crown, they'll give you the French—O justus justa justum! They sell their bodies: do not better persons sell their souls? 
nay, since all things have been sold, honour, justice, faith, nay, even God Himself, Aye me, what base ignobleness is it
To sell the pleasure of a wanton bed! Why do men scrape, why heap to full heaps join? But for his mistress, who would 
care for coin? For this I hold to be denied of no man, All things are made for man, and man for woman. Give me my fee."
John Marston, The Dutch Courtesan, Act I, Scene 1, 1604 [Lawfully laid down, if husband's only rising is by her falling.] 

Though his dwarven master long dead, malicious spirit was left behind to pursue mad dog barking to harass elves.

"So marched this lovely, loving pair of friends, nor with less fear and circumspection; when, at distance, they might 
perceive two shining suits of armour, hanging upon an oak, and the owners not far off in a profound sleep. The two 
friends drew lots, and the pursuing of this adventure fell to Bentley; on he went, and in his van, Confusion and Amaze; 
while Horrour and Affright, brought up the rear. As he came near, behold two heroes of the ancients army, Phalaris and 
Æsop, lay fast asleep: Bentley would fain have dispatched them both, and, stealing close, aimed his flail at Phalaris's 
breast. But then the goddess Affright interposing, caught the modern in her icy arms, and dragged him from the danger 
she foresaw; both the dormant heroes happened to turn at the same instant, though soundly sleeping, and busy in a dream.
For Phalaris was just that minute dreaming, how a most vile poetaster had lampooned him, and how he had got him 
roaring in his bull. And Æsop dreamed, that, as he and the ancient chiefs were lying on the ground, a wild ass broke loose, 
ran about trampling and kicking and dunging in their faces."
Jonathan Swift, The Battle of the Books, 1704 [War is the child of pride, and pride the daughter of riches.]

Aveline, half Leandra & Isabela, won't outlive dissonant litanies of Meredith & Cullen. Varric feels kicked by a horse.