Iskan: HAIL to the Warlord of the arena! <jogador>, Hero of Svargrond! What can I do for you?
Iskan: I am Iskan.
Iskan: I run the dog sled service from this city to Nibelor.
Iskan: I can bring you to Nibelor with the sled if you want to. Just ask for a passage.
Iskan: So, do you want a passage to Nibelor my friend?
Iskan: In my whole long life, I've not seen any sign of those gods the people of the south are constantly talking about.
Jogador: King ou Queen
Iskan: We don't need any kings or queens. Am I right, boys? Yeah, I am.
Iskan: Nasty little beasts. Me and the boys had quite some bloody encounters with them on the ice.
Iskan: The yeti is real and dangerous.
Iskan: Easy, boys! Don't mention that name again. Makes the boys nuts, ye know?
Iskan: This city seems to be growing every day. First, there have been only a few huts and now ... look around, houses everywhere.
Iskan: Yeah, where could it be. That's the question.
Iskan: The icy father. We know him all too well, am I right boys? He has claimed so many old friends in all those years. So many.
Iskan: I heard something about a ship crashing in the shelf ice between Nibelor and Grimlund. If I were you, I wouldn't go to chakoya terrain. It's pretty dangerous.
: Farewell, Warlord of the arena, Jogador
, Hero of Svargrond!