I killed two boys who wanted to finish me off, two more to the long list I had, but they didn't make me feel bad, even though they were even younger than Gran and only a little older than my son Roy.
Still I couldn't be distracted by these things, I had the bloody Norwegian ahead of me who had been such a pain in the arse in the past when we were invaded by the Viking barbarians.
-Kling, I would have preferred you to stay dead, you fucking bastard.
Kling scoffed at my words, they were funny to the bastard.
-In your best dreams you fake wolfslayer, but it's about time you paid my debt, an eye for an eye, Willfest.... Listen to me you bagpipe-playing bastards, the matalobos is mine alone, nobody get in our fight.
There was no response to what Kling said, but strangely enough people started to avoid me, despite that I couldn't trust anyone attacking me by surprise.
