Bregg – OOG Worse 02

I promise. But you need to make me a promise as well. If I should not make it out of here alive, you must… you MUST…

(dramatic pause)

…brew Bregg’s Apple Ale at the Hooded Hawk…

(grin, then grab Rogan’s shoulder)

Stop thinking defeat, soldier. Four wenches of an evil god are no match for champions of Aethelgrim… And of Surin… And of…

(looks at K’laan and K’ain)

…of the dragon gods, whose names escape me.