Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

Making pronouncements on things you do not understand.

[chuckles] "Bartenders." That is impressive.

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

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

[thunder rumbles]

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

It is wisdom. The hardest earned.

In the mood for a little spontaneous human combustion?

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

Could be worse. You could be inside the dragon.

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

Luna, listen to me.

It's not funny.

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

This is no proper home for you.

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

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

Not bartenders, not kings, not even emperors.

You sacked Legatus Tihomir.

[clears throat]

Ah, to hells with you.

That isn't possible.