Slider: Me, my temple - we are one. My eyes and ears are everywhere.
Reed: This isn't a temple, it's a malicious daemon mill. And you're no priest, you're a two-bit bandit and murderer.

Ah. Two walking corpses. One has risen from the grave, while the other seeks it.

Heywood? That explains your colofur CV. Theft, assault, robbery... the usual checklist.

Problem with that is, the dead don't give a fuck about flowers and lit candles... They're fuckin' dead.

Guts on the walls, blood on the floor, optical on the table. Interior decoration - Scav edition.