“Storms don’t ask permission. Neither do smugglers. That’s why I sleep in my boots.”
“Nothing travels faster than bad news—unless you’ve hired me and paid extra for discretion.”
“Metal remembers the hands that shaped it. So do I.”
“Roads don’t move goods—people do. Treat them well, and the wagons practically roll themselves.”
“Every voice has a price—fear, pride, coin, hope. My job is to know which one to pay before the shouting starts.”
“By the time you count the arms, they’re already around your throat.”
“First come the giggles in the dark. Then come the things that think the giggles are theirs.”
“He does not see your face. He remembers your steps.”
“If the worms are already on the ceiling, you are late to the killing.”
“You did not ‘find’ me. I have been walking through your dreams for months to bring you here.”
“I don’t promise a safe road—just the best odds, and someone who knows which way to run when it all goes wrong.”
“Light your torch if you must—but understand, out here it draws more than just my attention.”