My other family, even though I cannae find many o' them 'ere.
Wot? I thought we were jus' fightin' the wyrm. Now there are those that fall from 'eaven? Give me a break.
Dinnae prejudge these people fer many different reasons. Some o' them are cousins and should be loved like all kinfolk.
I will do anythin' I can to show ye that ignorance is bliss.
I love ye all, even if I cannae agree wit' ye all. We are all called to fight a war an' I will sing tales of it ferever.
I will do all I can to protect ye all wit' my last dyin' breath if need be.
Some say dogs an' cats cannae get along, but wot the hell, I'm willin' to give it a try.
I thought that spirits only came out o' a bottle?
Wot the 'ell? Yer tellin' me we got problems wit' leeches in the city too? Christ! Can someone jus' shove a crucifix up their arses an' be done wit' it?