Well, you stumbled into my lair by accident, didn't you? I do hope you realize there's no going back. The slayer will never find you in time. Once I and my minions are done with you, you'll be nothing more than a zombie, with mush for brains. We like mush for brains, it's better for the stew.

Might as well look around, for now. Soon not even the dead will be able to hear your screams.

I am, and shall always be, Morach the Great.