The Words of Solen Reimgar as Chronicled by Parthalan
Even lost amongst these wretched lands we can still find peace, eh? And we've earned it. Those red brutes were no match for our savagery. What's that? Bolgens? Who cares what they're called, as long as we can kill them. Yes, I know their master still lives, but were you going to face that monstrosity? Easily twice the size of man, and ferocious. Not I, we did well to fall back before him. He's not our quarry, and I'll leave the more foolish to meddle with that thing.