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"And so, they arrive. The bumbling peasantry who thought themselves so righteous, so true. Oh how wrong they were, tell me! You've come to slay me, me! An old friend, how many times have I helped you? Comforted you, supported you? And you cast me away, and for what! A moral disagreement!
"Come now, I thought we were beyond that! Is my work so wrong, I have averted death, I have saved victims, your victims, from the embrace of the void. How many did you cut down to reach me? Do you even know? Do you care? I thought not, my chamber guard, you gutted him, split him in half and strew his entrails across the floor. Do you know who he was? Ezekiel O'hain, your lodger!
"But of course, you don't care, you're here to kill me, me, a dirty necromancer. You bumbling fools, throwing away friendship and power, oh such power! For a chance to be heroes, heroes that'll be told to children at camp fires! I'm sorry, I wish it had not come to this, but you have forced my hand. It brings me no pleasure to sever my last strings to you, goodbye."
Location: A Chapel/town hall/throne room
Soundtrack: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGqlEL9WQW0&feature=related Chaaaaaant!