Welcome, #. What brings you to the land of Rhovanion?
What business do you have in Rhovanion, #?
Welcome to Rhovanion, #.
Don't forget to feed the horses!
These lands are troubled, #. Orcs often break through our borders.
Ever we must rid our lands of the Orc filth that plagues us, #.
Welcome to Rhovanion. From which land do you hail?
Hail, #! We are the riders of Rhovanion.
These are the lands of our fathers, and our fathers' fathers. It is our duty to guard them.
The horses of Rhovanion are the finest in all Middle-earth.
Beware the Baugor. They come here often in raiding parties, leaving only destruction in their wake.
New life grows ever where the forefathers of Rhovanion sleep.
The wolf that one hears is worse than the Orc that one fears.
Welcome to the land of Rhovanion, #!
I hope you're not forgetting to feed those horses.
In these grim times our lands are often besieged by the servants of evil.
Greetings, #! What tidings do you bring to Rhovanion?
I wonder how those Calenrim can be as foolish as they are unsightly... oh, were you talking to me, #?
The Calenrim wildmen name us Strawheads. Well, #, I would rather have straw for hair than live every day among dirt and pig-filth.
There are many great horses in these lands, #, and all are fit for battle.
A strong horse needs good hay, #. So don't forget to feed them!
Seldom do we have travellers in this land. What is your purpose here?