(Magnor, Erek)
"Harboring the King's assassins; an offense punishable by death.
We bring the fugitives aboard and throw them into the brig.
We set a course for Ruthengard,
these traitors will be brought to justice.
Fame and riches are to be ours.
The gods bless our journey, clear skies, wind in our sails.
Bringing we heroes home.
Nothing can obstruct the chosen's path.
Fate is on our side.
Lightning strikes the mast. Why has this tempest been brought upon us?!
What sin have we committed to deserve this punishment?
We bring the captives topside,
hoping they may be able to ease our endeavors.
We may be able to pull through with their aid.
Useless!
Dashed upon the rocks, our ship is reduced to humble timber.
Few comrades are left alive.
The assassin is nowhere to be found.
Presumed dead.
The god's justice wrought by the waves, as for us, we shall die,
marooned on this island, serving a debt which was not ours.