Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It is wisdom. The hardest earned.

[clears throat]

Could be worse. You could be inside the dragon.

I'm not sure if that's evolution or luck.

This is no proper home for you.

Yeah, I won't. I promise. Wait.

Ah, to hells with you.

The spire is the opposite direction of which we should run.

It's not funny.

In the mood for a little spontaneous human combustion?

The richest woman in the Imperium became Legatus of her own legion

That isn't possible.

-If she gets hungry, I'll save you. -Ha-ha.

Luna, listen to me.

-That isn't an option for me. -Definitely not.

Oh, trust me, I'm confused by plenty of stuff.

Making pronouncements on things you do not understand.

You sacked Legatus Tihomir.

Davion. He's, uh, he's a man of few words.

Not bartenders, not kings, not even emperors.

[Bram] "Ritual combat." Sounds about right.

-We head for the spire. -[Hieronimo] No, no, no…

[chuckles] "Bartenders." That is impressive.

[thunder rumbles]