Welcome, friend.
Welcome, #.
The hills in these lands are rich with gold.
The air is sweet here.
The wine of Dorwinion is sweet, but if they ally with the Northmen, then we will have to make do without it.
There is talk of war, #. Are you ready to take up arms against the Northmen?
Beware the forest-sprites, #. They poison our men with darts, and steal their bodies.
Do not go lightly into the redwoods, #. I have heard tales of forest-demons with pointy ears and sharp teeth.
The Wainriders are kin to us, #, but I don't care for their way of life.
The island in the Sea of Rhûn is shrouded in mist. They say no man has ever set foot there and returned.
Sometimes, #, when the mists are clear, you can see the island in the Sea of Rhûn.
I've heard stories of Seafarers settling and building their fortresses on distant shores. Men of Númenor, I think they are called.
The Men of Dorwinion live among demons.
I have seen Dwarves on the road before now, once or twice, but these days they are coming less and less.
What news do you bring?
Do you bring tales out of the West?
Dwarves sometimes pass through this land, on the road to the Red Mountains.
You have the manner of a Westerling, #.
You are no friend to the Northmen, are you?
Have you been to the lands of the Lainechil, #? They say the people of that faraway land are in league with the Forhawrim.
The Men of the South come here often, to trade goods and stories. I have heard tales of great forests, and the beasts that live within...
I would keep out of the Westlands, #. They are full of barbarians and sorcerers, and wicked forest-spirits, and trees that walk!
Some call us Easterlings, but there are lands further East that even we know nothing of.
Welcome, friend! Tell me, what stories do you bring?
Never forget that we make our own stories, #. Be sure yours is one worth telling!
I tell you, #, the Lainechil and the Forhawrim are nothing compared to our great empire.
Those Lainechil are not as perfect as they think. Do not trust them, #.
We are a people of trust, #. Do not betray us.
I must say I am glad that the Men of Dorwinion bring their wares here, instead of those Elves.
#, will you march with us on the path to justice?
I once made a journey further East. There was little there to interest me.
I heard that in the West they call us Men of Darkness. The true Darkness, albeit a slumbering one, lies in the hearts of every Man in Númenor, #.
I will never understand why our kinsfolk in the plains choose to live such an uncivilised life.
There are tales of a land ruled by some Tauredain folk, where people worship huge horned monsters. How foolish.
May you die in battle with a blade in your hand, #.
In the North they worship horses, in the South they eat snakes... I wonder, are we the only sane people in the world?
Be pleased.
Be pleased, #.
I cannot say I am a great friend to Orcs, but they do weary our enemies for us.
Appearances deceive, #.
Can you stop poking me?
Go with my favour, #.
Those greedy Southron kebab-merchants! Always they try to cheat me!