"uuuuuggggggnn. where am I? and what happened to my head?"
"To'mec, it's me, Darketh. I gave you a nasty lump this morning."
"I see that you're still conversing with demons."
"this is Gariggon, steward of the Great Shadow."
"that's a mighty fine pitchfork you got there partner"
"I can do a lot more than lift hay with this."
"what really is fascinating is your resistance to direct arcane assault."
"in other words you're saying I'm immune to magic."
"yes I really should look into it. but since that would be cruel too do to experiment on an old friend, I'll just give you a tour."