Wow. Scyld Shiefling. We’re hearing more and more about him these days. They’re all talking about the things he’s done. Now that was a king. They’re saying he’s a lot like me. Great king, everyone feared him. Armies, entire armies, just throwing down their weapons, begging him not to fight them. Tough guy, Scyld.
King Hrothgar, close friend of mine. He’s being invaded by the spawn of Cain. Cain isn’t sending his best people. Cursed by God, real loser. He’s coming in, crossing into the mead hall illegally. You can’t even go into the mead hall anymore. You used to be able to, the most beautiful mead hall. Horns, so many horns, the finest warriors, brave warriors, all drinking mead, until Grendel, I call him Sleepy Grendel, shows up. It’s so terrible. He eats them. He puts them in his bag. There’s a bag, nobody remembers the bag, but I remember the bag. You used to be able to go there, but now you can’t. So I tell him I’ll go.