It's not you, it's me - I have standards.

Fine, I guess I'll just stay here and eat dirt or whatever.

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.

You were never burdened with intelligence, but your load seems to be especially light these days.

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

In a thousand years, when I’ve all but forgotten how to love yet again, you’ll flit back into my heart, and I’ll weep, wondering what happened to my mad love.

I love this time of year. The dickheads start popping up.

I've taken more pleasant shits than you, Mizora.

I wanna ride you until you see stars.

You smell very delicious, but I will not bite you.

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

I am so much more than what you made me.

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

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

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

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

For I am death. And I am not the end - I am a beginning.

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.

Enjoy myself? There's a worm in my brain, I'm surrounded by idiots, and all I've got to drink is wine that tastes like vinegar.

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.

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!

I want to wake up beside a handsome virgin every morning, but life doesn't give us what we want.

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

Let's see. I hail from Waterdeep, the City of Splendours. I'm a wizard of considerable acclaim and scholar of exceptional accomplishment. I have a cat, a library and a weakness for a good glass of wine. And if the mood takes me I'm known to try my hand at poetry.