*Translated from Giant
Lord of Battle we have bested many weaker mortals in your name. The mighty bears in a hill giants cave. The arcane hermit and his hired men in the ancient stone outpost. Cursed fallen warriors of the south and pig men from the north risen from the graves by dark forces. The Scum of that gang known as The Crow. You have also brought to us a silver tongued halfing trader; One whom I will not let out of my sight for a single moment if I wish to retain my belongings. You have favored us on our journey to Red Harbor.
We depart for Vaerhaven in the morn with the tiny man up river, may the gods smile on yet more victories. Your champion’s spear thrists for more blood of the crow. The south makes me weary as many men do not measure themselves in strength and steel in these forsaken cities. I will crush their bones in your name and smite them with mighty thunder. Amen.