Wayfinder Hrodgar
I misjudged you, lowlander.{^n}{^n}*Hrodgar sighs*{^n}{^n}And our High Chieftain.
At least you admit it.
Farewell.
I don't know what your angle is, lowlander, but I still don't trust you.{^n}{^n}Anyone wise in our history would think twice before sharing a hearth with you.
Not going to try to convince you.
Farewell.
Word is the High Chieftain has granted you safe passage.{^n}{^n}I knew she was a poor choice for the position, but I did not think her so weak.
Why is that a problem?
First legion scouts are sighted on our borders, and now we are welcoming you with open arms?{^n}{^n}*Hrodgar spits on the ground*{^n}{^n}Erulian scum.
I'm not here to open old wounds.
Your presence is enough to pour salt on those wounds, lowlander.{^n}{^n}I suggest you leave.
I'll be quick then.

I think I'll go...
You don't seem to think highly of your chieftain.
And why should I?{^n}{^n}She is riding upon the tail of her father's and forefather's glory.{^n}{^n}Her spear blade is barely wetted.
Maybe she will surprise you.
Time will tell.
Are you a wayfinder? I helped a couple of your ranks in the highlands.
That so? Would have been better a blizzard had taken them.{^n}{^n}Now they owe a blood debt to a lowlander.
Better dead than helped by an Erulian, eh?
Damn right.{^n}{^n}You are a snake in the reeds.
Not going to try to change your mind.
I should go.
They don't owe me anything.
At least they are alive.

I suggest you head right back through that southern gate and back where you came from, lowlander.
And why is that?
We don't take kindly to invaders in our home.{^n}{^n}And neither would you.
Invaders?
*Hrodgar scoffs*{^n}{^n}You may not know your history, Erulian, but we do.{^n}{^n}The Kurn do not easily forget or forgive past transgressions.
I'm not responsible for that.
Either way, I have business here.
Fair enough.
I won't be long.
I'll just go...
