"what happened to your face?"
"titian's blood acts two ways. one, it could give one strange powers or it could just give you acid burns."
"ouch."
"quite so. as you can see we are in the machine room. there are only two machines that are not kept here. both are clanks."
"one is that death hour kind right?"
"for emergencies yes."

"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."

"what family tradition?"
"to become some infamous bandit, rouge, thief, take your pick. but now, look at what I have. standards, weapons, shrunken heads, money, rods of healing, rods of decay, orbs of seeing, silver dragon heads, servants, power, and favor among the greater demons."
"but all of this came from others' lives!and where's To'mec?!"
"calm down, he's all right for now."
"what do you have in store for him?!"
"Shadowblade, get those troggs. and tell them to properly chain her in the altar room."

"yes, that is me. a warrior who lost his blade when you and To'mec took them after you thought me dead. now I can never wield a sword again."
"how could have we known you still lived when you were crushed by the titian."
"I now wield this knife as my trade mark and bear this scar of that titian's blood as my inspirer of fear."
"can't you just go back to your shop?"
"how many people do you think would believe I was a honest mortan with this scar? no, I must live up to my family name which I had hoped on breaking such tradition."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! WHO'S BED IS THIS!!!!!!"
"come now at one time such a plush thing would have made you all giddy."
"WHO THE NAME OF ALL THINGS DEMONIC ARE YOU?!!!"
"I'm I truly forgotten so easily? here's a clue, my last name is Greyflame. what am I saying! I never told you my last name before."
"then who are you?!"
"my family motto was ' A warrior who lost his sword can not regain it or touch it again'."
"Darketh?"

LATER...
"that's every thing."
"ok. how many casualties?"
"Crabjaw got a big cut on his face and the others dead."
"who were the others?"
"Slas the scale hound and Gnu'tero."
"my apprentice? what a shame, he showed some true talent. and the captives?"
"the female's in the overseer chamber."
"how hard did you...?"
"she should be out for at least a hour."
"how long has it been?"
"oooooooo crap."

THUNK!
"TO'MEC!"
"GET HER!"
CLINK
"WHAT THE-!"
THUD!
"DUDE, DID YOU KILL HER?"
"OF COURSE I DIDN'T, IDIOT! she's still breathing."
"will you two shut up! and pick up the weapons."
"Greenscar, I grabbed them for bit but they blood blind me."
"I'll see if I can get you a proper pair of claws. all those hands ever did was get in your way."
"thanks youz."