CorpseSwallower

Cattle die, kinsmen die; the self must also die. I know one thing which never dies: the reputation of each dead man. From his weapons on the open road, no man should step one pace away. It is the still and silent sea that drowns a man. A head stuck on a pike no longer conspires. A man who has his feet hacked off cannot scurry far. Hávamál The Sayings of Hár