Through Virtual Eyes

You wanna know what I think about the Worm Cult? Hah. Vermin — every last one of 'em, crawling in the dark, whisperin' to dead things. Still… I'll give 'em this: they handed me power. Turned a scrawny street rat from Davon's Watch into a hero of the Pact.
Without Molag Bal and that hideous Planemeld, I'd still be hidin' in alleys, nickin' crusts and pissin' myself at the sight of every beast outside the gates.
So… yeah. Guess I owe 'em a thanks. They won't be stickin' around long enough to hear it, though.