Yeah, yeah.

I'd rather Leifr die killing a dragon and saving his castle like a Gallastrenian Beowulf after a pleasant night with more women then he should have, but what can you do when your DM used to create horror? I'm ready for when Leifr gets nabbed by some elvish Galmin-hunter and tortured to death (or mind-broken) as the elvish Galmin-hunter forces information out of him. Or when some eldritch horror explodes from the floor and encased Leifr in a toothy maw then sprays his blood up in a geyser so Allereum has some drizzle to frolic in and a new place to remember for some future Blood Lotuses.

PS:
We are all terrible shots now.