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The Accuser: Open your... eyes... Maw Walker... |
The Accuser: The Master... is not... what he claims-- |
Myskia: Silence, prisoner! |
The Accuser: Deliver me... to the Master... but do not... trust him... |
Sire Denathrius: Accuser, I gave you a simple task. Instead, you chose rebellion. |
The Accuser: You ordered me to defile the ancient rituals that define who we are. I will not do that, even for you. |
Sire Denathrius: A poor decision. You are hereby accused of defying the will of Revendreth. |
The Accuser: I accuse YOU, Denathrius, of failing in your charge. YOU are the one who defies the will of Revendreth. |
Sire Denathrius: Defy Revendreth? I AM Revendreth! |
Sire Denathrius: Perhaps a few centuries burning in the Ember Ward will remind you of who rules this place. |
The Accuser: Even your punishments reveal your complacency. Very well. Hide me with your other failures. |
The Accuser: You were once the lord of dread. Now? Now your teeth have lost their terror. |
Sire Denathrius: Have they now? We shall see. Fearstalker! Prepare your hunters. |