Azphelumbra! May blood find your sword!

I feel so out of place, here. Those Legionaries... they think too much, you know?.

I try to sneak out from time to time to have a drink, but those rats suddenly appear to tell on me. It drives me crazy!

I abhor those who pretend to be loyal when in camp. I know for sure they'll get cold feet once they enter the battlefield!

"Alrighty then."