Пирующий Денатрий

You will all suffer!

I will cut you down!

None will survive!

Pain cleanses the soul.

Put a fork in it.

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Welcome, honored guest.

That was good. Are you the entertainment?

A brief lapse in judgement.

I can roast you, and I will.

You have my thanks.

Terribly sorry.

I surrender.

Let the feasting begin!

I have little time.

Skewer, slice, or slash? How to decide…

What to do, what to do…

Hm…

I am getting low on cards.

All out of cards!

I need a weapon.

I must have more mana.

It cannot attack yet.

Me? I already attacked.

It is not ready.

My hand is too full.

There is no space.

That one hides from my gaze.

I cannot play that.

It is beyond my reach.

Another fool is taunting me.

Absolutely not.

Today calls for a different sort of party.

Happy New Year!

I'll admit I already sampled the hors d'oeuvres.

This shall be a… jolly atonement! Hah!

Ooo...Splendid!

Happy New Year!

Hm, everything's on fire. Shall we carry on as usual then?

Ya regular pirates are nothin' but scurvy scum next to ghost pirate Denathrius!

Be warned—we venthyr are restless this time of year.

Be quick, so I can return to abolishing the horrid pastels of Noblegarden.

Are you sure I'm not the only guest of honor?

You will regret your insolence.