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

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

But loneliness that deep gets into the marrow. Now that I’m here - among friends - I can feel it burning out of me. Little by little, step by step.

Kiss my arse. I'm the Lord of Murder - I'll show you why.

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