"You startled me. I came to see if you were a ghost. You look like you've seen hell. Well, I won't trouble you with questions; I know that place. Where are we? I'm not sure, let's have a look. Some sort of crossroads I'd wager. I just arrived here myself. Fate must have brought us here at the same time for a reason. Perhaps we won't know why for many lifetimes hence."
"I'm on the run, you see—no, I won't speak more of it. Much like you I now wander this vampiric wilderness. I'm sure I'll find my way... I never thought I'd see another living soul again. "
"I am a poet, and a war-wizard. In eldertime—my distant youth—manhood came with a weapon in hand. I have seen many things that lesser men have not. I have lost many fights, and many friends, and many treasures of heaven and hell. But I have won my true self... Yes, indeed, I have plunged into exile, but I am welcomed by the sun and the moon. The saturnine towers of the civilized suit me no more. My quest is for Might, and Life."
"Hail, fellow traveller, to the deepest Fires and to Tiamat and all their children. You have little to say, and I prattle on, heed me not. I see that you are eager to press onward and our paths shall soon diverge; you on your way, and I on mine. Godspeed, wherever you're going—of all the nightmarish pits I've seen, this one is the worst."
"Oh, and before you leave, take this. May it lift your spirits in the dark times ahead."
