Alexander came up to the house and looked up at it, only shaking his head. "Men always build up things hoping to keep there names alive, but such things never live on. Unless craved into the stone, or if it's not easily destroyed." He said, knocking the door. "But tonight is the night that I let the men and woman die, it will be my hand, it may be other people. But my hands will guild the hands that hold the weapons." He said, before making sure he looked good.