You raiders are worthless!

I came out here because I wanted to get away from it all--because I realized that the cities would starve without raiders gathering food in the hinterlands.

I spend every waking hour patching your clothes so that your precious limbs stay warm.

But you all treat me like a servant, not like an elder--not like a master tailor!

Let me guess. You want your breeches patched--and it's a rush job, right?

Then why are you here? To distract me?

Leave me be. I'll make your clothes, but I need to concentrate to do my job well.

Ah, you have returned, Daeva...and with a Daeva's graces, I see.

Remember Munin's words: you are now a servant of Asmodae. Pandaemonium and the Asmodian people should be the first thing you think of when you decide what to do.

Leave these raiders behind. They no longer matter to you.