“at last, enough of this larking about lads. It is time to arm ourselves; to act like slayers, and bring death to the URLKS! And especially the sniffling grobby! I wish to cleanse myself in battle. Once I have cleaned my soul of the subterfuge then I will wear the honorable cloak of fritzgärd again!

Now my throng, ready your shield wall! Bring the oath stones, let us dreng all before us! When the job is done, I will crack open a barrel of bugmans and we will drink till non can stand!”