I'm on Roc-sitting duty but there is nothing legally stopping me from calling her roc "Roc-y Balboa" especially because I'm sure it can eat boa constrictors easily.

I would eat all those candy canes and then the wrappers that have been marinating in them.

Oh! So they'll be like me, who is half-demon, half-hyena, half-man, half-paladin, half-barbarian!

B-baby formula??? I thought devils weaned on the blood of demons?

Fedrith? Must not have been important. Anyway, I've gotten this herbacious herb, through no small feat of combat against a plant guardian.

Am I supposed to remember being born inside a bloody ritual circle surrounded by the corpses of at least a hundred men? Or is this just a side effect?

I forgot where I am and also the truename of my mother. If you want whatever thing I'm looking for, you might be right that you need to ward me. For free! No tricks or debts!

As if I need a boon for my 18 Intelligence! I'll sniff it out no problem!

Well, fortunately, I am a deft scent tracker. Who am I hunting, and what do they smell like?

What happens if I say no?

You know, Ray said that you gave him legs, and he said something about "all [you] asked in return was to conscript [me] into some weird devil task!" And so, I was wondering if I could pay that back by giving your bookshelves a really good dusting or something.

A free silvered bolt? I'm always baffled by how much you can afford, Oleskii!

That's the ticket! A garlic-heavy dish!

I swear I am the chair of the Itty bitty critty committee.

An itty bitty critty