Blazing pillars of flames recede before the roar of a warrior; and the river of lava cleaving the earth cannot halt the warrior's stride.

Ah, [%username]! Welcome.

The shout of your footsteps is an echo of hope.

The echo of your wingbeats, a shout of triumph.

You who come so bravely to the pit of flowing rock,

For flaming courage, cleaving foes in Asmodian triumph,

I shower you with praise.

Oh, please don't look at me like that. My ode is sincere, straight from my heart.

"Well...thanks."