Our sentries bibble-babble always the story of you coming to our cave. One say you carry fifty wounded skritt tied to your head as you jumped over lava. One say you break a fire-troll over your knee and used its pebbles for gunpowder. I know not if these deeds are real, but to us, they are true. Not the same, real and true. True you feel inside. Always follow what is true.
—Sentry-skritt Bordekka