But if I leave, I'll be all by my lonesome, m'lady Pecavvi. Unless you're willing to accompany me? I play wicked guitar and sing praises aplenty when not engaged in the bloodthirsty feud of scribbly-gender dominance.
We are the last bastions of donglehood, Lazarus (damn you Lazaria, it's stuck in my head!). We can't afford to not heed our calls.
Do you offer anti-priest classes, Madame Professor? I make for an exceptional student if you still have room on your waitlist.