Raphael's Final Act

I will come to collect - If not the crown then I will collect your souls. Then we will all gather in the house of hope - Me in my finest silks, you, skinless, hanging from a hook - To watch as your world burns.

The good thing is, though, there's only one little voice you really should listen to... Mine.

One skull, two tenants and no solution in sight. I could fix it all, like that.

My compassion is boundless! I stride among the needy, giving comfort where I can and you're in dire need.

Try to cure yourself, shop around, beg, borrow and steal. Exhaust every possibility until none are left...

Listen here, pipsqueak!

It's something very important to your master. But is it a love letter, a warning, or a deed of ownership? I could give you all the gory details.

Oh - I'm sorry. You were serious?

Is there anything duller than a loyal dog? I much prefer a cat. Meow~

I prefer my liquor served in a quivering belly button, distilled in fear and arousal.

They do know how to write them in Cormyr, don't they?

She’d never take your word for it. Not with my... angelic complexion.

Brava! Lovely work. I see I was right to make you the offer I did.

But of course, you'll have to do something for me first. Let me think about it and get back to you.

I knew then that the folly of mortals could be the triumph of devils, and that I could use that Crown to unite the Nine under one Archdevil Supreme. Me.

Your weakness can become strength if it is made legion: quaking hearts can find courage in their numbers, the lowliest vermin can humble a goliath if they stand as an army, and a ruin can become a kingdom for one soul made many.

Don't worry - I'm motivated to help you.

I do enjoy being in this neighborhood again. It has such a rich history of abject tragedy. And tragedy, my friend, well there's my bread and bloody butter.

Bah! It looks like a human, but speaks like a beast.

Oh, a mere triffle. How dear is one's soul, really? A rethorical question of course, but let me venture an answer. It's worth very little with a tadpole in your head.