Hello, fine young travellers. I shall tell stories of old, from far in the past, so far that no one but I can remember them clearly.
Many an old story you shall see from me, both true and simple rumor. Aye.
When the light of day grows cold, 'morrow shall bring us retribution! Pray ye for the sake of us!
--"Thy own sword has betray'd you.
What shall thou do now?
I beseech thee--live by thy sword and lay down thine life!
Canst thee admit to thy crimes?
Dost thou wish for some loathsome reputation?