Gerin

So ye want to know my story then ? Eh, well the inn be quiet so I should have time. Ma glass be empty though, you know what they say, you scratch my back.... Ah thank ye sir.

Well, so, whit's a good Heeland boy like myself doing down here in Camelot. Well look around ye man, Heelanders aw aboot the place. Ahm sure they had a happy life like me, messin aboot wi ma clan mates and the like.

And then, old King Arthur goes and dies on the lot of us, God bless his soul. The Midguards, dirty beasts the lot of them decide, ah want that land and turn ma birthplace intae a war zone. And now, dirty trolls messin about in ma house, messin up ma fields, messin about wi ma stuff.

Ma glass is gettin dry again. Ah cheers tae ye sir, now, where wus I ?

Ah, so I hud tae run like the wind, wi all the rest of us, down south of Hadrians wall. Tae be stuck here wi all the Southeners, and stuck here wie ma cousin Bai, poncin on about this and that every hour of the day. Knows a few spells and suddenly he thinks he's Lord Merlin himself.

Aye they Midguards huv a bit ae explaining tae dae. Aye and am gonna get back tae them, gonna stick ma sword up thur jacksies. Ah, gonna get ma house back off them, get their filthy fingers off ma stuff. Aye their no gonna forget Gerin in a hurry.

Ma glass hus got a bit lonely again mister... Aw where ye going, come back mister...... come back........

Ach. Mean southener, won't even buy a fightin man a drink.

Ach, their no gonna forget Gerin in a hurry.