"I have waited a long time for you, Champion of old Tamriel."

I watched Mankar Camoran, anticipation building up. Just a short little baddie speech before the real fight... right?

"You were the last gasp of a dying age," he went on. "You breathe the stale air of false hope. How little you understand!"

Anticipation dying.

"You cannot stop Lord Dagon. The walls between our worlds are crumbling."

Bored out of my mind.

"The Mythic Dawn grows nearer with every rift of the..."

I tuned out after that, nearly asleep. I mean, really. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.