-- And this is where you brought us? -- Ilza surveyed the headquarters. -- What a dump. A wasteland with barracks.
-- I like it, -- Torir remarked. -- There's a farm nearby, plenty of space, and there's a place to live.
-- You'd probably like living in a mud hut in a swamp too...
-- Shut up, both of you! -- Asmund snapped. -- I spoke with our commander. We'll make this place much better, even better than my old estate in Halle. Settle in, and I'll go for a walk.
Ilza went to her room to rest and brew potions, while the Halleans remained to wander around the territory.
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers