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.

A careless businessman might easily drown in the mud. Me - I prefer to stay dry.

If one party is backed into a corner, it is not negotiation, it is extortion.

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

End of the day, blood money's still money.