'Across this fetid land you will find many who are clinging to the hope that they can defeat this war-host. I know as well as you their hope is ill-placed. We grow stronger with every passing hour, and there is no stopping the forces Mordirith sends forth from his palace in Carn Dûm.

'Keep your head about you when you face these foes, you pile of dung. I'll not tolerate failing easily. Your failure will cast me in an ill shadow, and I will see your failure purged before my name is tarnished.

'Collect the seals carried by the lieutenants in their army and return them to me. Much favour is earned by their acquisiton.'