I am the chooser of the slain. For countless centuries it has been my duty to carry brave and honorable soldiers to their reward in Valhalla. And I'm tired.

I don't plan to stop drinking. But... I don't wanna forget. I can't turn away anymore. So... if I'm gonna die, well, it might as well be driving my sword through the heart of that murderous hag.

May our next meeting be joyful.