Meldof: I’m not usually one to gush over elves, but it’s an honor to feed the lot of you. Heard you killed a hundred soldiers in Daédwóde after those Golden Empire wankstains burnt down a Dwarven bank.
Fjall: Somethin’ like that.
Meldof: Mighty stuff. And the Lark herself, no less. Thought you’d be shorter. Still, it’s not your fault. Your exploits are becoming more famous than your songs. They say you killed a four-score of empire assassins sent to kill you in Inis Dubh with just your bare hands and teeth. [pauses] You killed more. Hah! Knew it!