Hawk the Slayer

Crow, Elf:
We have sat waiting like this many times before. Sometimes I tire... of the fighting and killing. At night, I can hear the call of my race. They wait for me. When I join them, we will be forgotten.

Gort, Giant:
I'd sooner eat cowdung.

Soldier:
That can be arranged, and you can wash it down with your own blood if need be.

1st Rough in Tavern:
The hunchback will have something to sayabout this!

Woman, Sorceress:
Even as we speak, the wizards gather in the south.

Drogo:
I am no messanger. But I will give you a message. The message of DEATH!

Drogo:
Now this must stay a secret between you and me. Not only will I bring back the head of this Hawk, but I'll have the gold as well. Then Voltan will see who is the lord of the dance.