"My poor friends, I am terribly sorry to have brought you all here with me, and frankly, I lied about the whole point of this little exposition in this magnificent, murderous frozen landscape…"
"No, don't say anything, I am not deserving of your pardon, I-"
A gurgly, rupturing roar washed over Quideos, blasting his long robes and hair back as suspiciously coloured, mud-like saliva struck him on his forehead, he had a perfect view down the oesophagus and of the scenery behind since it was full of hole and tears.
"Oh please, can't you see that I am giving a grandiose speech to the strangers you turned into mush a second ago? Ah, if only I had bothered listening to their cries for help as I attempted to inspire them to ignite their heart and soul to protect what is right" he calmly shut the two-legged beast's maw.
Quideos was currently standing dangerously close to one of the many werebeasts said to inhabit this frozen region, this one was already dead however.
