Azphelumbra, friend!

May the darkness bring you peace!

I don't know whose idea it was to build a fortress in this frozen wasteland, but I'd really like to shake his hand.

Then I'd keep hold of it, turn around, flip him over my shoulder, and beat the sun-poxed stuffing right out of him!

I hate the cold! Hate it!

"I'm going to go over there...."