So it is, you have chosen HIM. HIM. I will fight to restore the mournival, you will fight in the Lion's new cult of the Society of Grega/Gregor.
The only heretic here is you. You seek to tarnish my name. To turn my son against me. Smaug will see you for what you are snake.
Those damn Wolves... They left naught but cinders and ashes on that beautiful planet. They couldn't even leave those subterranean distillery alone, they just had to destroy all of 'em. They just couldn't bare the fact that Prospero makes better alcohol than the Fenris.
Indeed. I had to climb out of fugging hell's mouth, it was such a khekking climb. And on my way up, I fought with a bastard Keeper of Secrets. I'm hungry Tom..... got many gorx steak? Some Rahzvod along with it as well?
Ghost? No, not that Call of Duty shit.......... But yes, I am a ghost now, cause currently I am dead..... and I will remain dead for some while.