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- Is that right? You're on to me, are you?
- I can tell you're planning to put me out there on the lake for the ice wolves. Don't bother denying it.
- Finally, I don't have to sneak around anymore. Kids, get a sled for your poppa and salt him up for those icewolves.
- Mama, stop it!
- Boy, come over here and pull your Poppa's finger, would you?
- (laugh)
- Don't you dare! We just changed those sheets.
- Ew, gross!
- When can we go out by the lake and play again?
- Yeah, we're tired of being stuck around here. Stupid grawl and icebrood.
- Kids, fetch my sword and shield! I'll clear that lake out in no time for you.
- Settle down. Kids, your father and uncle will tell you when the lake is safe.
- Ah, that's too bad.
- Oh, please. I capture the most vicious beasts in Tyria for a living. You think I'm afraid of you? Move along.
- It was worth a shot.
- They do look unusual. Any idea where I can find some of my own?
- Very nice. See you later.
- If you say so. See you.
- Sounds like a good plan.
- Sure, she fusses over me in front of my sons and guests like you, but I bet they plan to put me out on the ice any day now.
- Who fusses over you?
- Your sons?
- Do you really think they plan to dispose of you like that?
- Oh, I doubt that, sir.
- Krennak and Tor have done well to make a home for us here in these tough times. I can't hunt like I used to, you know.
- You see a lot of trouble here on the lake?
- Do you really think that means they plan to put you out in the cold?
- You're lucky to have a good family.
- Nothing any of us can't handle, just grawl and those fools following the Ice Dragon. Never thought I'd live to see that.
- Do you mean the Sons of Svanir?
- It is tragic.
- Imagine, kids so lost today that they'd worship Jormag! My father wouldn't have believed it possible.
- Was he from the old country, up north?
- I bet you could have set them straight, in your day.
- They've really lost their way.
- Don't mind an old man's grumbling. I love being with the kids here, but I should have gone down fighting on my feet.
- Krennak and Tor are your sons?
- Enjoy the time you have with them.
- I could still knock the ice out of their thick skulls, if you'd help me up!
- Okay, okay. I'm sure you could.
- Krennak's mate means well, but I know she'd rather be out hunting, not mashing up stew for a toothless old beast.
- This is their homestead?
- It's good that you're well cared for.
- My father was a hero of the Far Shiverpeaks. He'd never have settled for living in these low places.
- This is an impressive homestead you have here.
- I'd love to hear more about your heroic father.
- So long ago, those times.
- Bear bless you, no one ever asks to hear my stories. My father fought alongside Magni the Bison in Gunnar's Hold...!
- Imagine that.
- What made you build your home way out here?