'You little maggots make me want to vomit! Worthless sores on the hide of Mordirith's great army. Never killed before, never seen steel in the hands of a filthy târk, or Elf, or worse...a Dwarf. You're nothing more than a heap of dung piled as high as you stand, and none will show you respect until you done proved yourself worthy.

'I don't see that happening, you worthless, good for nothing (your race)! You look like a slimy scum that crawled out from the deepest cave near the sludge spilling from the gutters in Carn Dûm! I've got to find something simple for a piss-ant like you to kill with ease...and I know just the things! We found them only recent-like, and they're a tasty bunch of rats. Not much fight in them, being as small as they are...might be a tough wrangle for you though.

'Rat-folk with big bellies meant for stabbing, live near the water in the wood south of here. Kill their farmers and gardeners, and if you don't fall on your face and break my cold black heart, return to me! Get a move on, you dung-hill rat!'