Rogar, the Barbarian:
Speak, or I shall smite thee with my mighty blade!

Rogar, The Barbarian:
Am I still unconscious?

The Gamemaster:
You're going to backstab him with a ballista?

Nimble the Thief:
Uh huh

The Gamemaster:
With a fucking siege weapon?

Nimble the Thief:
Uh huh

Ambrose:
Hey, isn't Mark supposed to be here?

The Gamemaster:
Uh yeah. He's over there.

Nimble the Thief:
By morning you will again sup the sweet air of freedom.

Newmoon the Elf:
Call shot to the nuts.