And you will spend the rest of your life wondering if I have disciples to avenge me. Hire your tasters, Burbesh. Until the Master of the Sleeps comes for you, youll never know a taste of anything that has not touched anothers lips first. Youll never sleep in a bed that has not been first tossed for vipers. Youll never sit in a chair that has not been tested for poisoned barbs in its cushions. You shall never see a bath drawn for you that you will not at first fear is acid. And youll never have another dream where my face is not grinning at you from the shadows. -- From "Morality for Alchemists and Thieves