I thought you were dead.
Guess you just passed out, eh?
(chuckles) I knew you were a lightweight.
What? Got nothin’ to say.
Didn’t think so.
Trot along now. You’re blockin’ me view.
(drunken groan)
Look at that big ol’ sad sack.
Gragu… (scoffs) how the mighty fall, eh?
You know my best brev beat ‘em in dice.
Took every last penny… even his axe.
He’s probably up north now.
Testin’ that axe in some ol’ musty place.
Probably drenched in the blood of his enemies.
Or so I reckon’.
(drunken groan)