You can call me Kenocka (kin - ahk - ah) or Ken because let's face it that's just easier to say and spell out.
I loved you, I did. I thought you did too. But you lied. You lied to me, about everything. You broke my heart. And here I lie, staring up at the ceiling, wishing you were here, and not knowing why. Maybe so I can show you what you did. I'd rip your heart out to show you how it felt. You said you loved me. You lied. You lied...
You call it narcissm, I call it infatuated by oneself. What's life without a bit of euphemism?
Don't get carried away with your imagination or madness will befall you.
The Lord of Pestilence
I would rather kick a lich in the head than go up against a Drow. Because there's never just one Drow. There's an entire pack of them waiting in the shadows while you try not to cry as the one who isn't hiding laughs at you.