Diablo-III

Certainly, Lyndon had partaken in many many awkward situations throughout his relatively short life. Most of which had been caused by him, usually involving women, naturally. Honestly, the scoundrel was rather glad those days were behind him. This current scene wasn’t any less severe than those past occasions. More unique, sure, but the same levels of uncomfortable. - If I hadn’t lived through the Spider Siege of Westmarch and the Reaper Invasion, you couldn’t have made me believe a single word! - And we are eternally grateful for your understanding, Your Highness. - Bah! You and your Horadrim are going to be the death of me, Tyrael, I swear! Lyndon was supposed to be the smooth-talker in the group, but he had no idea how he could have convinced the King of Westmarch himself of letting him, Tyrael, young Covetous Shen (Zei) and Malthael of all people inside not only the palace but the dungeons themselves, to retrieve the captured anarch. And to have him personally lead the group to