I can smell the stench of the North on ye. What's your business 'ere?
Bleedin' Adûnâim up North think they got it all right, well they ain't, #!
Stay clear of the shores of the Swan, #. They're crawling with fighting Gondorians.
Stay south of Tolfalas if ye intend to raid some of them fisher-folk, #.
Did ye come by road or ship?
I don't care that much for Sauron, but I'll gladly fight alongside his Urîk if they'll kill them Adûnâim with us.
We ain't ever letting Gondor take Umbar again, #.
We're too strong to ever fail against them Adûnâim now.
I love me some good plunder and pillage, #.
Slavery? It's what they deserve.
Ain't no fooling me, #. I'll cut you where you stand.
I want to go out fighting again. Been too long!
We ain't as brutish as them Aphûr-lâi claim we are.
I won't rest 'til all them Aphûr-lâi are dead.
We rule the seas. Gondor don't stand a chance.
Yes, them mercenaries will fight for ye, but will they share their plunder with ye?
Bronze weaponry is far too weak if ye ask me.
I wish we could have another beauty like Barûphel leadin' us.
Gondor ain't what it used to be. We got Umbar and Gâth-azrazâin, an' Ain an-Ahâr, but up North even Osgiliath's in ruins now.
We long since abandoned the Adûnâim bloodlines. Made us stronger too, aye.
I don't trust those Corsairs, #. Make me feel uneasy, they do.
And where've ye come from? Not Gondor, I hope.
Those rats up north call themselves Adûnâim, but we've got the real legacy of Anadûnê right here.
I'd stay right out of the way of them Corsairs if I were you.
Our friends inland think think much of themselves, with their fancy cities, but there was a time when we ruled them all.
We're the real Adûnâim, #. And don't ye forget it!
Lord Sauron is rising in the Land of Shadow. There'll be another war soon, I think.