"A mate you may as well be free
And learn the pain you passed
when you walked your way into my domain
and almost God yourself assed

Though maybe divine you might yet be
And maybe a spark even if not
I'll take my knife from ear to ear
across your gentle groth."

"So mead you should drink and mead you'll be fine
and mead the cup will go away
I'll tell you a story,
while you're still gotta head,
and meed's gettin' drunk anyway."

"I'm sorry man, I don't speak in rhyme.
What's going on in this place?
How did I get here?
I remember certain things about the Gods
bits and pieces of ancient stories
but i don't know who i am,
I don't remember growing up,
I'm just here, and suddenly I'm
fighting to stay alive."

"Don't worry about staying alive" he said
"I can say for certain you'll be dead.
So now I say, that your best bet,
since not being dead's off the table,
Why not make it to Hell, or my King's Castle,
or the city in the midst of the lake filled with fire?
Why not find for yourself true fear
instead of falling in the maze like a fool
thou fool" he said, turning his mead in his hand
"you could be eternal never dying and torture on an exponent."