Go on. Give the worgs some Booze! They'll love it.

YES! OH GOODNESS YES! I am a good dog… Fantastic stuff.

Smashing! Soon, my friend - soon we can share a flagon of something liquid and a tale of derring-do!

Like moons make swell and wane the nescient seas, so too the sky-strewn gods ordain the tidal fates of mortal days. And yet - a notion born in lonely hours - come ebb, come flow, come all that is beyond the breadth of our dominion: be a moon unto yourself. Even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will.

Tread carefully, now. Not even a god would survive sacrificing me.