O terror incarnate!
There is life in me yet!
I will soon feast upon your heart!
Mark my words! You too shall know fear!
Uaaaargh!
Curse you Bayle!
I hereby vow! You will rue this day!
Behold, a true drake warrior! And I, Igon!
Your fear made flesh!
Solid of scale you might be, foul dragon...
But i will riddle with holes your rotten hide!
With a hail of harpoons!
With every last drop of my being!
Graaaaaargh!
Bayle the Dread!
You shall haunt me no longer!