'Listen well, maggot! I'm charged with feeding our forces, and though I'd have no problems throwing good for nothing sluggards like you on a spit to serve for dinner, the war-masters have other plans.

'So I give you a task that you'll complete, or I'll go about changing the minds of those who can cover up their trails better than I, and you will be dinner.

'The rat-folk in the south grow food, and we steal it to keep our army full and happy. Now listen well! Men, Elves, dwarves, and even the rat-folk that stalk through the Ettenmoors can be carrying the foodstuffs we need. If you find any bring it to me...or they'll be no dinner!'