(Half-caring, half-patronizing tone.) “You work unto death, boy. Look at yourself. An ill-sober husk of a man exhausted by the mere presence of another. You may appear as a devil to all but you are just a man like the rest of us. You eat, you sleep, you deny yourself those things to no good end. I made your brother a promise I intend to keep, Barok. You will take care of yourself.”

(Speaking hushed and slow.) "Are you still sure you want to do this? I can take over, you could just stand by my side," (Lower your voice) “You know who it is, one of only a few who know the truth. Is that not enough for you?"

(Restraining amusement.) “Do you now? I cannot recall approving any such thing. What makes you so confident I will agree to it?”