Lord, he is tired of all these crass heathens. Especially that blue one- the one what refers to herself as a cleric. Maybe she put her up to this. That 141 is always up to tricks.

"Suppose not then," and God if he does not sound every one of his years of age. Maybe he can still save this one. If there's any point to it. Damned creatures of sin.

He holds up his hand so that she can see the 'HATE' tattoo'd across his knuckles, "would you like me to tell you the little story of right-hand left-hand?"