Not what will happen - what will you do. Your past is not yet lost. Your future is not yet fixed.

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

Findal: "Oh, thank you, thank you. I thought I was going to die down here."
Player: "Don't thank me yet. I'm here to finish what they started."

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

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