Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They say the Dark Moon Order was destroyed by a 12-foot demon.

[Viceroy Kashurra] Yet it disguises his insecurity.

Fifteen years and a punch in the face. Well, that's a fine hello.

[soldier] Your Highness, wait!

Okay. I'll leave you to your sleep or lack of it.

Terrorblade. Did he… Did anyone… Did they hurt you?

We defeat one usurper, and now we serve another.

Damn sure don't let it do your thinking.

I saw it on my mother's face after her primary died.

The people need you. Don't say a word. Sleep on it.

Too attached to the flesh illusion you are.

I collected books, began writing verse. The dragon songs never returned.

There's nothing new about it. It's the way of things.

[Mirana] My grandfather's sword.

You want to charge back into the fight. Hunt the demon to his lair, take his head.

You are only as important to the story as you choose to be.

You never mourned, did you? You disappeared into the hunt.

At least I will die staring into your eyes.

"Or a frozen waste's eternal gazing, ancient agonies survive.

This is business. I'm after an idea, a story.

Uldorak, Lirrak, now this failed attack on you, Vahdrak.

-With what? -[Auroth] Anything.

Usually, it's something someone else has and wants to keep.