Children, listen as the shadows cross your sleeping hutch, And the village sleeps away, streets emptied of the crowds, And the moons do balefully glare through the nightly clouds, And the graveyard's people rest, we hope, in eternal sleep, Listen and you'll hear the whispered tap of the footsteps creep, Then pray you'll never feel the Worm King's awful touch. By my will, this shall be finished! Holy Banks Tonight we hunt! ... a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge. Who wants some Draven? Heheheh. Defy Noxus and taste your own blood. Who wants some Draven? Heheheh. So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.

Use the first moments in study. You may miss an opportunity for quick victory this way, but the moments of study are insurance of success. Take your time and be sure.

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