He walked on Roshar and he sang a new song he hypothesized “maybe killing is wrong” Embracing a beautiful wooden sword! he’s slipping and sliding and he helps us survive the nice guy’s on the loose, it’s Jandruus

Mother hailing from the east And a father from the peaks Blue skin and blazing hair that roams A constant searching for home

When a shardblade was swung at my head He parried and saved me instead of a- -lowing a lesson you cannot unlearn Dropped like a fly; eyes like they’ve burned It’s true, he killed our captive in a snap And now we’re left on our own to beat…

He walked on Roshar and he sang a new song he hypothesized “maybe killing is wrong” Embracing a beautiful wooden sword! he’s slipping and sliding and he helps us survive the nice guy’s on the loose, it’s Jandruus

Mother hailing from the east And a father from the peaks Blue skin and blazing hair that roams A constant searching for home

When a shardblade was swung at my head He parried and saved me instead of a- -lowing a lesson you cannot unlearn Dropped like a fly; eyes like they’ve burned It’s true, he killed our captive in a snap And now we’re left on our own to beat…

Mother hailing from the east And a father from the peaks Blue skin and blazing hair that roams A constant searching for home

When you are hunting someone in the desert, sometimes things don't work out so great.

A meditation upon painful death.