“Child, you’ll have to do better than that to ever succeed Wolf.”

“Working the magics to unleash the slithering lurkers by nights again”

“The Dread Dark Duke deeply regrets”

“A warhorn being blown, off that way. Likely on the road to Sevenoaks.”

“Trade secret, man.”

“Wolf? Sire? I’m only lagging long enough to plunder these brigands.”

“Wolf, tell me something.”