Better I lost my wings than finish this horrid assignment!
I could be out there spilling sun-soaked blood! Instead, I'm here selling trinkets to Asmodians with soft hands and even softer wills.
I will draw my sword one of these days...and the enemy will remember my name!
Something has gone wrong--very wrong. I can't do my job! Blast! Shards! Fie!
Please enter /petition in your Chat window and inform a GM.
I'm counting on you, [%username], to help me.