It’s been seven years since I left. It’s no paradise - but it’s home. And it’s worth saving.

The alliance is reforged, mortal. The planes thus quake, and the gods shudder.

I don't mean to judge a book by its cover, but that man is all cover and no pages.

I want to wake up beside a handsome virgin every morning, but life doesn't give us what we want.

Fine, I guess I'll just stay here and eat dirt or whatever.