'Maggot! You try my patience by the very sight of you. Skulking about with a sluggard's look about you. You make me sick and long for the vile bile spewed from Carn Dûm's underbelly.

'I'd sooner speak with the Pale Folk than you, if I had the choice. As I cannot choose where I am forced into duty, I shall take pleasure in causing you limitless pain.

'Our enemy calls feeble creatures leaders. Simple things who command small units. Sergeants, they call them. Our war-host will thrive only when we show our strength, and what better way than by defeating the lowliest of their leaders. Find them and take their badges off their warm corpses. You will do this for me, or I will see that you are fed the leavings in the bile from the north.'