Обратившийся Генн

I shall bury you!

Gilneans never back down.

I will enjoy this.

No more holding back.

I am the best at what I do.

Such easy prey!

<underlay sound>

Greetings.

Such admirable ferocity.

That was odd.

You've made a grave mistake.

My thanks.

I apologize.

Retreat!

Be quick about it!

Hm...

How strange...

<_growl_>

I'm running out of cards.

My cards are gone!

Hand me a weapon, would you?

Need more mana.

That one is exhausted.

Give me time to recover.

They need a turn to get ready.

Completely full!

I do not need anymore fighters.

It is beyond my sight.

It cannot be done.

Out of reach.

I must focus on the taunting foe.

I’m afraid not.

My people have suffered so long... if only I could shoulder more of their burden.

Happy New Year!

The lone wolf falters in winter, but the pack survives.

By Goldrinn's howl!

Happy New Year!

I fight on through flame and ruin.

Arrg, every sea dog will have his day.

Hallow's End changes us all.

Today is for the young pups, not old dogs like me.

Why bark when we can bite?