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

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

You could've asked me to do the same - to throw myself at her, what I wanted be damned. But you didn’t. And I’m grateful.

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

I have witnessed dar too much, and you have given me too little. Finally, I can see.