Morkilus is not shocked (we did not in fact have a pact). Hakitursar is shocked and angry, and shall soon be visiting the front lines of the total war between us. Nimmu (or whatever he calls himself) shall be humbled once and for all. You may win deathmatches aplenty, but the weight of thousands of Jotun feet shall crush you.
Madness! The name is Madness! And I look forward to finally having something to fight that is not merely trampled underfoot like weeds beneath the mechanical thresher.
Madness of Ermor, worshiped by all the undead virgin vestals!
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Wormwood and wine, and the bitter taste of ashes.