First Voiceline [Desperate, pleading, but with underlying dignity. He’s genuinely concerned, not just for himself.] “Please, help me! I’m bound and at yer mercy. If this ritual succeeds, the void'll consume everything! We must stop it before it’s too late. Free me, and I shall aid ye!”

Second Voiceline [Sarcastic, bitter amusement, like a gruff old warrior who masks hurt with humor.] “Oh, so now ye want me free, eh? After chuckin’ me aside like yesterday’s sacrifice? Hah! Fine, fine, I’ll lend a hoof, but ye better make this worth my time, ye divine wee rascal.”

Third Voiceline [Growing respect in their voice, then softening, but still gruff and teasing.] “Hah! So ye do have a heart in that godly chest o’ yers. Well, I suppose I’ll not hold a grudge. Just don’t go expectin’ me to start praisin’ ye like some wee mortal, aye?”