You're trouble. I like that. Know what I don't like? Oak and Alira, and their thieving mongrels. They keep taking what's mine. I'm thinking you could do something about that.
What's in it for you? The amulets around Oak's and Alira's necks. The ones like mine here. There's power in them beyond reckoning.
Take two heads and two amulets, bring them to me, and take half the power. That add up right for you?
Heard you toppled a big tree. Handy work, that. And if you can chop down an Oak, you can pull out a weed. The weed's got a name: Alira, and I'm sick of seeing her in my garden.
What's in it for you? The amulets around Oak's and Alira's necks. The ones like mine here. There's power in them beyond reckoning.
I'm thinking you got one already from old lumber-for-brains. Make it two, bring them to me, and take half the power for yourself. That add up right for you?
Heard you pulled a weed out of my garden: the Alira thistle. Handy work, that. Now there's a tree needs chopping down, too. An Oak. He's blocking my sun.
What's in it for you? The amulets around Oak's and Alira's necks. The ones like mine here. There's power in them beyond reckoning.
I'm thinking you got one already from the whore. Make it two, bring them to me, and take half the power for yourself. That add up right for you?
Heard you been doing some serious gardenin' around the place. Felled a big, dumb Oak, and plucked an Alira thistle from a foul bed.
And I'm thinking you got a couple of amulets in your pockets. Ones like mine here. There's power in them, you know. But only when all three get to dance together.
I'm not greedy, mind. I'm willing to split that power with you, right down the middle.
Hand me those amulets, and let's see what fate has in store for us.
So you're Oak's lackey, are you? I could be wasting the last of my breath here, but you're barking up the wrong tree. Once he's done with you, your brains will be splattered all over the nearest trunk.
Here's the truth of it. Oak and Alira, they care for nothing and no one. Me? I care about a thing called arithmetic.
You take two heads and two amulets, bring them to me, and you get half the power. That add up right for you?
Heard you pulled a weed out of my garden: the Alira thistle. Handy work, that. But you're Oak's lackey, are you? I could be wasting the last of my breath here but... you're barking up the wrong tree.
Once he's done with you, your brains will be splattered all over the nearest trunk. Me? I care about a thing called arithmetic.
You go take one head, bring me two amulets, and I'll give you half the power. That add up right to you?
So you're Alira's lap dog, are you? I could be wasting the last of my breath here, but you're chasing the wrong tail. Once Alira's done with you, those brave guts of yours will be steaming on the ground.
Here's the truth of it. Oak and Alira, they care for nothing and no one. Me? I care about a thing called arithmetic.
You go take two heads and two amulets, bring them to me, and you get half the power. That add up right to you?
Heard you felled a big tree. Handy work, that. But you're Alira's lap dog, are you? I could be wasting the last of my breath here... you're chasing the wrong tail. Once Alira's done with you, those brave guts of yours will be steaming on the ground.
Here's the truth of it: Alira cares for nothing and no one. Me? I care about a thing called arithmetic.
You go take one head, bring me two amulets, and I'll give you half the power. That add up right to you?
The world gets all bent out of shape, and suddenly here you are. Doesn't take a genius to add that one up. I'm the kind that cleans up his own messes. What kind are you?