I am forever at your disposal my fellow Expat, for you have slain the caintoad licking zombie that had shoteth me in my back. Ensure that my last wish be honoured and pass on my gift of peace to our good blacksmith, so that at the next piss up your merry men and even merrier lasses may have a drink on me!
Go forth and ensure that Excalibur does not fall into the wrong hands.....
