Don't worry, grant wishes!
About five years have passed, and I can't say where I spent them. D'Hoffryn has told me that I spent those five years among a group of mortals, but...I can't imagine why. I mean, look at them. They're so...strange. And a little pathetic. Okay, really pathetic.
One group of mortals couldn't have had that many wishes of the vengeance demon sort. Unless we're talking, say...a really big group. But...five years? Not that that's long, compared to the 1100+ years I've been around, but I imagine living among humans for that long would feel like an eternity.
No matter. My time will be better spent granting wishes. All that hard thinking, stressing and worrying accomplishes is wrinkles. Right in the middle of your forehead.
One group of mortals couldn't have had that many wishes of the vengeance demon sort. Unless we're talking, say...a really big group. But...five years? Not that that's long, compared to the 1100+ years I've been around, but I imagine living among humans for that long would feel like an eternity.
No matter. My time will be better spent granting wishes. All that hard thinking, stressing and worrying accomplishes is wrinkles. Right in the middle of your forehead.