Here in our country of Denmark, our King Hrothgar built us this place of drunkeness and laughter to celebrate and be merry.
We loved this Mead Hall that we called our own Herot. It was a place of loudness and joy while we drank to one another. Keepers of the Mead kept our glasses full and our stomachs as well. We whoopee'd until a weather of weapons and wreckage was upon us by the wild thing we call Grendel. He annihilated and abolished all antics and action that took place in that public house of potions.
GRENDEL
This taker of lives has sent terror through our town. He rips his victims apart and lets their blood spill all around. No one will enter the mead hall in fear for their lives. We should not be living in such fright.
This taker of lives has sent terror through our town. He rips his victims apart and lets their blood spill all around. No one will enter the mead hall in fear for their lives. We should not be living in such fright.