Lake Rodney Windflower Delightful Mane

"You really want to know?" Birk lifted his eyebrows and seemed to ponder over the subject, appearing to be rather conflicted about something. It was not polite to talk about your relatives behind their backs, especially the horrible stuff. And even moreso, if they happened to be dead as nails. There was this saying that "speak no evil of the dead" and the young man tried his best to follow this wisdom, but...

... some people are just beyond the rules. "Well..." he cast a quick glance around to be sure that there wasn't anyone else to hear him telling the truth. With that he lowered his voice to a whisper and said: "She stank like a Lauren's arse and acted like one too." He withdrew then and regarded the man with a crooked grin.