A random necromancer said that exact same thing to me after she killed me!
I'm officially starting the, "do you know who in the hell you're talking to?" Clan. Our job is to put out contracts on fools that don't understand when a badass is sitting right in front of them. For folks who make us pick up from the ground the weapons we no longer need and are not worth selling. To the chicks that will not shut up that thy are married. We get it.
I think my Clan may be the greatest thing I'll eevr do with my life. Who is with me?