| Me | What's up? | |
| Egill | It's been a long time since we've seen a stranger on our land who didn't want to skin us. | |
| Egill | I hope I'm not wrong about you. | |
| Egill | I'm Egill. | |
| Egill | And the strange bird over there is my brother Ehnim. | |
| Me | How's the field work going? | |
| Egill | Great. If those miserable field raiders weren't constantly destroying our harvest ... | |
| Me | Why don't you do anything about the field raiders? | |
| Egill | You're joking. Since I've been on this farm, I've killed so many of the beasts that I've lost count. | |
| Egill | But alas, new ones keep coming. | |
| Me | Your brother tells a similar story. | |
| Egill | (slyly) Aha. What exactly does he say? | |
| Me | That he has also done away with plenty of field raiders. | |
| Egill | What? That loser can't even find his way home by himself. | |
| Egill | Tell him he shouldn't brag like that. | |
| Me | Ehnim is a bit irritated about this thing. | |
| Egill | He shouldn't puff himself up so much, else I'll tear his head off. Tell him that. | |
| Egill | Haven't you done enough damage? I think you should go now. | |